Posted on August 31, 2021 at 03:31:41 AM by Björn
 They had spoke quietly. Civilly. Despite all that had manifested between them. She had forced him from the comforts of the Ridge and thrust him onto the path that led him home. And for all of this he owed her his gratitude, and even much more than that. She had drawn a strength from him that had long been forgotten. It was different then the strength his Tigerlily drew from him and it was even harder for him to put into words. She had stood frozen on his shores, shortly after he had won the Inlet from Warsaw, and even apologized for all the pain she felt she caused. And in that moment, she had gained more than just his respect, she had gained an ally and a friend. The swim from Tinuvel to the Ridge, was one that he could almost do now with his eyes closed. He could feel the tug of the ocean currents and the warming of the water long before the dark, jungle island stood stark the early morning sunrise. The shadows still cling to the shores and stretch across the bubbly surf as he steps from the sea. A warm breeze welcomes him and presses itself against his dense winter coat. The humidity is heavy as his nostrils flare and draw in the familiar scents of a home that had once been his own. There is a pang of guilt in his chest as his glacial eyes sweep across the canopy tops and beyond to the steep cliffs that give this place its name. He could feel the emotions and feelings wash over him once more, Siobhan. Ailill. He drops his gaze to his hooves for a brief moment as he draws in a ragged breath. There is painful memories within these shores. He can't shake the feeling that the only reason she stays within the Inlet's borders is so that she may hide away from Cullen. But at-least she is safe. Safe from Cullen's clutches and whatever wicked plan the man had cooked up. With a snort, he shakes out his damp tendrils and parts his lips. His bellow fills the still morning air. He had come here to discuss business with Faolain. And yet he can not shake the feeling that there was trouble stirring, there was an electric feeling in the air, and a tension he could not quite put his finger on. It was familiar and dangerous. The feeling that war brews just on the horizon and this causes a chill to run the length of his spine. 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 September 1, 2021 at 05:37:34 AM
- Hate what they tell you to hate - By FAOLAIN September 2, 2021 at 03:44:11 PM
- I'm frozen to the bones, I am... - By Björn September 29, 2021 at 05:42:20 PM
- having a wonderful time! - By TALYA October 13, 2021 at 09:50:13 PM
- I'm frozen to the bones, I am... - By Björn September 29, 2021 at 05:42:20 PM
- Hate what they tell you to hate - By FAOLAIN September 2, 2021 at 03:44:11 PM
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