Dögun
We'll ride in the gathering storm
I used to love the ocean Those words rang in Dögun's ears, his love for the ocean has not yet changed. What tragic event in her lifetime had made her change her mind about the beauty and awe inspiring power of the ocean? Than her next words sealed his curiosity, she was afraid. As her words exit her mouth, he closes the distance between them, knowing that her confession of fear was a difficult one to make. He was unsure if he would make her uncomfortable but decided to gamble. His muzzle reaches towards her shoulder, her scent flooding his quivering nostrils. He did not want her to be afraid, he would do anything that was possible to comfort her. "Please do not be afraid. Whatever has happened to you in the past, I will be here from now on."
As she answers his question about fate, he could feel the hesitation, perhaps she was unsure of fate. He had always believed in such things, maybe it was a romantic notion. The grullo had always pictured himself as a romantic, humorous type. But as she elaborates further, she exposes that she is not sure if she believes in anything anymore. Her heartache, apparent in those simple words, his chest hurt for the beautiful crimson lady besides him. What had life done to her? He tries to find something of comfort to speak to her, she needed something to believe in...
Life had a way of beating us down, but he would not give up on her. "You can believe, in me. The inlet. I did not bring you here just to send you away." His muzzle trails the length of her neck, his lips find a few stray hairs hanging over her sweet chocolate eyes. Pushing the stray strands away from her eye, his dark eyes search for hers. Pausing for a moment, enjoying this moment, a calm to be cherished.
As the moment ends, he steps back letting her have her space once again, for a brief second he almost felt self conscious. Maybe he shouldn't have touched her in such a manner, but he had felt the need to let her know that he wanted her here, with him. Swiveling his dark crown towards Shiraz, he tries desperately to take the focus off of himself, it it was only for a few seconds. The colt's strength was waining, he had tried to be hopeful, but Dögun could sense that their was something not right about the colt.
Icelandic | Grullo [ Ee aa Dd] | 13.2 hh
King of the Inlet