The Lost Islands
CLICK FOR IMAGE CREDITS


introduce a little anarchy




Lord of the Inlet
icelandic | stallion | 13.2 hands | erin




Lifting his fuzzy head higher on his neck, his russet eyes scan the distance one last time before, searching for any sign of the pack doubling back. His nostrils test the warm breeze, searching for their scent...none. Relief washes over him, he knew that this could of easily ended with the wolves hunting each of them down. Shaking out his ebony mane, he focuses his attention back on his herd of mares, gaze shifting from one mare to the next. Dropping his head, he begins to walk around the group, his hooves circling the herd as he checks each of them from the different angles. Approaching K1A1, his muzzle strokes her muscular blue shoulder as he passes her massive body. Heading towards the other two he finds Sigrún grazing contently, not even the threat of wolves could curb her appetite. A smile traces his lips at the roan mare.


Freya draws his attention, her words, she tried to bring comfort to each of the other herd members. Halting his motion next to her, he settles down next to her, ebony tail swishing lazily back and forth. This was their life, one minute a threat of wolves, the next grazing quietly next to each other as if nothing had just happened. A sigh escapes his lips, reaching his muzzle towards Freya he bumps her. Giving her a sidelong glance he waits to see her reaction, a smile threatening to spread across his dark lips. "Wolves, they threaten to consume each of us, but we will be able to stand up against them if they try." He pauses, mulling over the words in his head. "I worry that this winter was especially harsh on them, their coats are ragged and they are famished. For the moment though, we are safe." He wasn't sure if any of them were listening to the words he was rambling, but he felt better speaking his thoughts out loud.


The suns intense rays were beginning to lessen, as the evening begin to crawl across Tinuvel. Night comes fast on the Inlet, but for the moment Dögun was content to graze next to his mares. Munching on the tundra grasses, he finds a few sweet blades. These were the simple moments that he craved...







Replies:


Post a reply:
Name:
Email:
Subject:
Message:
Link Name:
Link URL:
Image URL:
Password To Edit Post:





Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->