Dögun
We'll ride in the gathering storm
Dark eyes trail over her body, checking carefully for any injuries that she might of sustained since this sudden storm came barreling down on them. Satisfied for the moment, that she was not hurt, he heaves a sigh of relief. As her words fill the cave, she had not meant to scare him, but he had still feared the worst. "I understand, I am not angry with you. I know that you would of joined us if this storm had not blown in as fast as it had." Reaching his muzzle forward he seeks out her shoulder, he gives her a comforting nudge.
Just as he pulls his muzzle from her shoulder, the deafening crash and blinding flash of light fills the cave. Pinning his ears deep into his inky mane, he pushes his body into hers, desperately trying to shield her body from the raining stones. It pelted the both of them, but as quickly as it had begun, it was gone. The only ruminant of the lightning strike was the terror it had instilled and a some shards of stone. Dögun swivels his head around, the whites of his eyes still showing, that was terrifying.
As her words fill the cave. the gods must be displeased....what did you do?" A smile begins to twitch at the side of his lips. He had not remembered doing anything today that would of angered them. As he thought about it more, a deep throaty laugh rumbles from his throat. As his laughing subsides, he questions her the same thing. "I have not done anything today...What about you? Do you have a confession?" A joke, well... mostly. He almost forgot that their bodies were pressed into one another, it was comforting, especially after they had almost been struck by lightning.
The minutes tick by, and the winds do not cease their howling. A sigh escapes his lips, he had not hardly seen her around the herd in sometime. "How have you been? It has been a few days since I have seen you around the herd." He didn't mind that she enjoyed being in the seclusion of the mountains, but he liked to know what she had been up to. Sometimes even he would wander into the mountains, just admiring the majestic beauty that they held.
Icelandic | Grullo [ Ee aa Dd] | 13.2 hh
King of the Inlet