Björn where innocence is burned in flames
War, the word still echoes in his head. He has seen the destruction that comes with war and the aftermath. The broken souls, the hollow eyes, and the anger that boils beneath the surface of all who were involved. He had mentioned such a thing to an aging King who desperately wants to leave his mark on the Islands. Björn had just happened to provide the words to fuel the rebellion. Idiot, Björn. Björn's glacial blue eyes fall upon the maiden that swims in front of him, her coat pale, and gilded against his. She was a prize, one that was won from a vengeful battle. Requiem could of kept Tavas if he would of just given up the Bay. A smirk touches his pink lips. Pride cometh before ya' fall.
The waves fall headlong on the sandy shores of Salem, crashing against each other with each whoosh. Björn steps from the waters, his muscles ripple beneath his smoky hued hide. Stay away from me. She commands him. His thick skull whips towards her as she continues to spit her anger at him. She was a fiery one. He lets her unleash her fury upon him, a single hind leg cocks, in waiting of that exact moment. He could of lashed out at her, with his teeth, his words, or all of the above. But he was not that kind, so he waits patiently until her temper tantrum was over.
"Ertu betri núna?" His native tongue fills the space between them. A smirk touches his pink lips. He takes a step nearer to the golden girl. "I have done nothing to you." He pauses. "Yet." He lets the word hang from his lips.
Translation:
ertu betri núna?: are you better now?
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
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