BOY WITH A BROKEN SOUL
HEART WITH A GAPING HOLE
It was not often that Kvasir left the Savanna. He trusted Bone and Rohan to keep the peace in his absence even without telling them, but there was still a guilt associated with leaving himself. While being a leader was perhaps not his forte, being a guardian was something he had wanted for a long time. He considered himself less a leader and more of a protector. He did not feel the same desire to hunt for herd members that perhaps others did. He left the Savanna to help. To offer his home to someone in need.
The common was teeming with horses, especially this time of year, and Kvasir did his best to remain concentrated on his mission. Most of those he came across had multiple suitors and thus Kvasir moved on, knowing them to have a home. It was only when his gaze fell upon a lone mare that he finally stopped. His expression turned to that of worry when he took notice of the burns on her legs and he offered a faint whicker as he approached.
"Greetings," he said with a nod, dipping his nose. "Would you mind the company?" Kvasir's expression is soft and kind. He shifts his gaze to the clouds passing above their heads, as he often found himself doing. The fluffy white clouds floated by, telling stories with their varied shapes and he could not help but smile. Her scent was unfamiliar, though he knew it was not his place to pry as he lowered his gaze back to his surroundings.
"I spent many a day here on the mainland as a boy," he muses, taking a deep breath as the wind tugged the dark strands of his mane. "There is much beauty to this world, found right here on our islands." His expression is dreamy and far-off, a sheepish smile gracing his lips as he realizes he has begun rambling. Instead he lowers his head and begins to graze as well.
KVASIR | 3 | 15.2 | SEAL BROWN SABINO | DROGON X SVENJA |
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