Björn where innocence is burned in flames
She seethes, and spits her anger at him. Each word that slips from her lips is covered in the disdain that she feels for him. Don't you relize who I am? He snorts as she stands there, her mane in a disheveled mess, as she berates him for stealing her away. "Actually, Tavas. I know exactly who you are." He pauses before he dramatically finishes. "Mín Tinuvel Princess." He scoffs in return for her disdain.
Before he can inform her, that her father already knows, a squeal erupts from her lips followed by a kick. With that, she sprints away from him, heading in the direction of the hills of sand. "Ah skítur!" He spits before he launches himself after her. Woman! He curses her in his head for bringing him such trouble. His legs pump beneath his body with every stride, he can feel the sands spray beneath his hooves. Sweat begins to stain his smoky coat to an inky black color. The unrelenting sun burns down on them, reminding him that he was not fit for such a place.
He knows that she will not be able to carry this speed on for long. They both have just swam from the furthest island north, and were in need of refreshment from the journey. He keeps pace with her, waiting for the moment when she will begin to grow weary. The only thing driving him after her, is his concern that she would get herself lost in the mountains of gilded sand. Warsaw had made it very clear who she was, and what she meant to him. If something were to happen to her, Warsaw would keep his promise of separating his handsome head from his shoulders.
Translation:
Ah skítur!: Ah shit!
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
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