Björn where innocence is burned in flames
They share an intiment moment, but soon it would be ending. He would need to gather up Tavas and Ysabel, and make his way to the Ridge. He nods his thick head at her warning. "I will be careful," he breathes. A smile touches his pink lips as she mentions she will try to vist as often as she could. "Please do," with a heavy sigh, his glacial eyes look off into the distance.
She presses her head into his muscular shoulder, her scent wafts around him. "As do I," he says as he brushes her shoulder with his lips. It was a hard decision to leave the Dunes, but one he had made nonetheless. He lifts his thick head higher on his neck as she mentions he would of made a great king. He gives a her glance out of the side of his eye before speaking. "I will make a great king," he says with a gentle reminder.
As he steps away from her, he only briefly hesitates. "Take care of yourself, Eyðimerkurfegurð," with a sad look in his glacial eyes, before giving her a nod. Within a few strides he has chose a ground swallowing trot, his hooves dig into the sand with every stride. He slows as he comes to the top of a dune and casts a glance of his shoulder. "This is not the end, only just the beginning," he speaks into the warm, dry air around him.
Translation:
Eyðimerkurfegurð: desert beauty
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
King of the Ridge
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