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Posted on August 10, 2021 at 05:26:55 PM by Björn
 From one apology to another, from Siobhan to Xio, each one deserving their apologies. And in each apology he had to ask forgiveness for abandoning them and forgiveness from their children. This was always the hardest part for him - to look into their eyes and apologize for not seeing their first steps or any steps for that matter... He had convinced himself that it was for their own good, that everything he had done for them. Even though deep within his own soul, it writhes and argues with him. He had tried to escape from his own life - from the dramas and hardships - instead of facing them. He had been a coward. He swallows back the harsh reality. "Fjandinn hafi það!" he curses beneath his breath as he plunges into the dark sea. The frigid waters rush around him, they bubble and froth against his dense winter coat. Just a short swim to clear his head - an attempt to push away the dark thoughts that linger within his mind. His hooves strike and kick at the dark waters and propel him toward the distant Crossing shores. From the depths of the sea the Bera Konung steps, his greying winter coat and matted onyx mane, stark against the pale Crossing sands. He pauses momentarily within the surf, glacial eyes take in the land that sprawls out in front of him. Frost clings to the yellow, brittle grasses, some horses mill about in the distance and yet one draws his attention from the rest. He had not come here to bring anyone to the Inlet, but if the three spinners had woven his fate with hers, then who was he to deny their wisdom? The brittle grasses crunch beneath his hooves as he steps from the sandy shore and into the Commons. But as he makes his way across the grasses another rushes forward and lays her lips upon the pale woman who stands beneath the naked brances. Her words are whispered in hushed tones, and yet he catches most of what she speaks. "You will forgive me for not wanting to leave you at the mercy of stallions, yes? A smirk plays at his whiskered lips at the hypocrisy of the painted womans words and actions, as she acts just as a stallion would of. Enya. Ahhh a name for the woman. "Well..." he pauses with a wry smile on his lips "it seems you have not met the right stallion, if that is the impression that the others have left on you. I am Björn, Bera Konung of the Inlet," he says with a slight tilt of his crown. His glacial eyes slide toward the pale woman, noticing her fascination with the ants that crawl single file up the tree's rough bark. "Climbing this tree would be quite the feat," he pauses dramatically "but this tree is nothing like the climbing the steep mountainscapes of Tinuvel, the air is crisp and you can see the whole world from atop their peaks." "I bet Enya, wouldn't mind if you came to Tinuvel with me to see the mountainscapes? I mean since she owns your fate now... you'd have to ask her to visit." he slyly flicks his gaze back to Enya. There is a slight challenge in his voice and a smirk lightly tugs at his lips. Bera Konung of the Inlet Icelandic Mutt // 15 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion // Dogun x Freya |
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- having a wonderful time! - By TALYA August 11, 2021 at 02:08:17 AM
Intertwined by Thorns - By Enya August 11, 2021 at 05:49:51 PM- I'm frozen to the bones, I am... - By Björn August 17, 2021 at 04:22:08 AM
- having a wonderful time! - By TALYA August 17, 2021 at 04:48:14 AM
- I'm frozen to the bones, I am... - By Björn August 17, 2021 at 04:22:08 AM
- after ❤️ - By Erin August 10, 2021 at 03:33:59 PM
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