Björn where innocence is burned in flames
Björn stands idly beneath the palm tree's frond, his tail lazily slapping his smoky colored hide. Glacial eyes meander over the shapes of the mares as they mill around, each one differently colored than the last. Quietly he contemplates all that has happened over the last few days, from his meeting with Warsaw to Tigerlily's surprising interruption of said meeting. He has yet to speak with her and he knows it will need to be soon.
A call interrupts his thoughts. His ears stand erect beneath his thick unkempt mane. Who has come to his border now? With a swish of his tail, he launches into a trot. His hooves easily maneuver through the thick jungle foliage, over jutting roots and beneath hanging jungle vines. As the jungle opens up his glacial eyes search for the source of the call, and is not disappointed when a figure stands at the edge of his border.
Muscles ripple beneath his smoky hide as he moves across the opening. His glacial eyes slide over the woman that stands before him, she is colored like him except the splashes of white that cover his side and legs. He raises his head high onto his proud arching neck as he halts before her. "You called konu?" he asks, with a smirk playing on his pink lips.
Translation:
konu: woman
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
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