Restless, a single word that could describe the young bald faced grulla stallion. How many nights has he waited for mother and Schyuler? They just left, disappearing into the thick forest. He had searched tirelessly for days, his voice had went hoarse from crying for them. Until that day, that he had lost hope that they would return to Luthien. Sow with his mind made up, the young stallion had informed the others of his intentions and left. He had searched each island, but he came up with nothing. Even his father had disappeared from the Islands. Now, he could be described as alone.
As his hooves touch the sand beaches of the Crossing, his weak legs wearily drag up the beach. He stumbles a few times before falling onto his knees. He breathes deeply, he holds back the urge to cry; he refuses to let his life's frustrations come flowing out. As he clambers back onto his legs, he drags himself further into the Crossing. As his crystal blue eyes quietly take in the strange terrain around him, he wonders if this is what is called the Falls? His question was answered quickly by the dull roar of a waterfall. As his legs begin to tingle back to life, he feels his strength return.
Björn slows as he nears the roaring Falls, he is struck in awe at the beauty before him. The midnight sky twinkles above him while the waterfall plummets under the silvery light of the stars. A whimper catches his attention, he swivels his head around searching for the source of the sound. His crystal blue eyes settle on a petite buckskin, her body shakes with her sobs. He takes a step, then another until he nears her. He clears his throat. "Are you ok?" He then feels ridiculous for asking such an obvious question, no she wasn't ok. "I meant.. Well.. I saw you crying and, my momma always told me to care more about others, then yourself. "
- icelandic mutt - 2.5 years old - Dögun x Freya
of the forest
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