Björn where innocence is burned in flames
The sands shift beneath his hooves as he descends the dune that just a moment ago Tavas had gone hurtling down. As his glacial eyes fall on the crumpled golden heap, his eyes soften. If she were to come out of this incident uninjured it would be a miracle, no good can come from sporadically galloping through the sands. Sweat clings to his neck beneath his mane, along his girth and across his shoulders. A deep sigh escapes his lips as a soft breeze breathes its cooling breath upon his pulsing body.
Björn chuckles as she looks up at him with her ears pinned against her crown, as if he were the enemy. She spits a threat at him, about Warsaw. Oh, was she in for a rude awakening. He heaves a sigh before speaking. "Tavas, IF you would of waited and listened instead of galloping haphazardly through the desert, I could of told you about Warsaw." he says in a chastising tone, reminding her what she had done was foolish. Than he pauses, his face softening. "Warsaw and I have an alliance, we are brothers in arms, as he would call it."
He pauses letting the words sink in. He steps closer, his glacial eyes going over her body, searching for swelling or broken bones protruding from her pale skin. "Are you hurt?" he asks with concern furrowing his brow. He wasn't the bad guy here. She was so angry with him, when her anger is misplaced. She should be angry with Requeim for losing the battle, and allowing her to be taken from the Bay.
Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
King of the Ridge
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