Björn where innocence is burned in flames
Björn's glacial eyes were ice as he looks upon Tigerlily. He had not meant the words to come out so icy, but in the middle of their gathering she had once again confronted him. He finishes speaking with the others, when he turns to go to Tigerlily she has disappeared once again into the deep shadows of the jungle. His heart lurches as the first crushing wave of guilt hurtles into him with its fullest force. His breath catches in his throat, as the realization begins to dawn on him. "Oh my Tígrisdýr," he whispers into the still air. "What have I done?"
Their icy conversation just plays over and over stuck on a constant repeat. Now tell me what you have done, her words were filled with malice and her eyes, once filled with adoration, smoldered with rage. He hangs his head low, he had not meant for any of this to happen. Yes, he is a warrior but he had tried to leave that life behind in the Norðurland, to come home and start anew. Inwardly he curses the Norns, it is they who are to blame. Their trickery has led him to believe that he could finally be happy. That he could leave behind the war, the plundering, and the blood shed. He is wrong and he is a fool.
Tígrisdýr. The look of betrayal and hurt in her eyes cuts him to the core, he had never meant for any of this to happen. How could he of? He had only been doing what he thought was right. He had went to Warsaw to secure a home when there had been none for him. He had known that securing a territory and an alliance were the wisest choices he could of made. He had not known that out of these actions, he had brought war to the very place that he had come to escape such devastating atrocities. Another fresh wave of guilt sucks the air from his lungs, he gasps desperately. He had done this.
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He blindly follows her trail, it is easy, considering how she hurtled her body through the foliage. The scent of blood reaches his nostrils and for a moment his glacial eyes flood with concern. His gate changes from a stumbling walk to a fast footed trot, his concern furrowing his brow. As he pushes through the foilage his glacial eyes fall on her, as she lies bleeding and crumpled on the jungle floor. It does not take long for her to lurch to her feet her blue eyes filled with smoldering anger and heart wrenching pain. Just leave me! her words echo against the coconut palms as her anguish and fury is unleashed on him. He stands there, like the rocky sea cliff as the ocean thrums her anger against him. He can not bring himself to even scream or yell, he just stands there numb.
She continues her words are cold and malicious, meant to stab him like that of a thousand knives. I am the fool, for trusting you. It hurts, it hurts to breath to just draw breath into his lungs. For believing every false word, from the beginning. The last words echo inside of him as if his chest is hollow, devoid of any feeling or thrumming heart. He swallows hard, trying to chase the emotion away as it builds in his throat. He lets the silence hang between them, he is afraid. He can feel the fear, its choke hold around his heart clenches with every breath he takes. "Tigerlily," her name leaves his lips just barely audible, he dares not to call her by the affectionate nickname he had given her when they first met.
His glacial eyes fall to the crusty blood that clings to the torn flesh of her knees. This is all his fault. He turns his head away, his eyes focus on a nearby coconut palm, for a moment he can see their first night they had spent in their home. It is vividly before him, the playful look in her eye, her featherlight touch on his smoky hide, and the words spoken between them. You have saved me Björn, thank you. Thank you. His heart clenches as he remembers what he had said to her. And you have saved me It seems as if that moment was a lifetime ago, just a collection of memories that now in their anger has been forgotten.
With pain contorting his weary warrior's face, he turns to look upon her. "Please tell me why you are so afraid," he croaks, as the fear clenches at his heart once again. "I can't fix what has happened if you won't talk to me," his glacial eyes plead with her just to look at him. He dares to step closer to her. The around them hangs still and tense, as if the very jungle waits for what is to happen next.
Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
Bera Konung of the Ridge
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