Cause this time's only borrowed,
I got one life and I'm gonna live it right..
Amongst the dark pines, the grullo pony can be found curled up amongst the shadows and pine needles that offer a soft bed. A fitful sleep despite the softness of the earth. A beautiful face... his mothers sweet voice. A darkness lingers on the edge, threatening to consume them. Fear. But of what? A father, his father. The darkness that occupies his fathers heart... Together they try to escape the wrath, but he is quick to follow. The grullo desperately wills his young legs to gallop faster, but they are fatigued, for he is too young. Pure terror as he realizes and soon his mother knows this as well. Her young son was falling behind, she did what any mother would of done. She pushed her son into a thicket and turned to face the onslaught. From the cover of the thicket, our Dögun learned the unvarnished truth.
From his slumber, he awakes, a cold sweat covers his grullo coat, transforming into a inky dark color. Shaking out his ebony mane, he climbs to his feet. Out of the woods he wanders, no particular place to go. Lifting his crown, his russet eyes travel the landscape before him. From the mountain peaks, to the tundra flats to the distant ocean. A sigh escapes his lips, the ocean calls to him, the distant hum of the surf crashing against the rocky shores beckons him.
Ebony legs stretch out into the tölt, a ground covering four beat gait. Nostrils gulp the fresh mountain air, striding across the tundra, the grullo heads towards his sanctuary. The hum of the ocean reaches his ebony tipped ears, excitement vibrates through his body. Nearing the rocky shores, he comes to a complete halt, a new scent wafted in on the ocean breeze. Testing the breeze, his nostrils flare, he tries to decipher out the onslaught of scents he was receiving. One of them... was Freya the other... still unknown. Following the curvature of the land, his russet eyes search for the forms of the two horses.
A sigh escapes his lips as his gaze falls upon Freya, but still approaches with caution. It was an off day for Dögun, after the dream...(nightmare was more fitting) he felt on edge. As he nears the pair, his attention falls upon the foreign object at the feet of the speckled newcomer. Dögun was intrigued... "I am also wondering what that thing is?" Pausing. He continues. "And.. Who you are?"
Perhaps Freya could read his foul mood.
Icelandic | Grullo | 13.2 | King of the Inlet
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