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where innocences is burned in flames







Björn
where innocence is burned in flames



Quietly Björn wanders the Ridge, his own thoughts twist and contort inside of his mind, plaguing him with each waking moment. He has used checking the border as an excuse to escape from all of it, he needs a moment to breathe to just feel the cool air against his smoky hide. He wars within himself, he fights feelings of guilt, regret, and all of this eats at him. So much has come toppling down on him, including his fight with Tigerlily, the impending war, and the tension that grows between the members of his herd.

He slows as a familiar form materializes in front of him, she stands idly grazing within a small clearing. Tavas. They had not had a normal conversation since he had taken her from the Bay during the waning months of Summer. He sighs, they had hardly spoke a word to each other, and it seems yelling is their favorite way to communicate.

Thoughtfully he chews on his bottom lip as he watches her graze, wondering if he shouldn't just slip back into the jungle and let her be. Yet, there are things that he desires to speak with her about so he steps into the clearing. A soft light filters from the cloudy heavens and snowflakes lightly fall around them. He lifts his thick head as he strides forward, his muscles ripple beneath his coat with every step. He slows as he nears her and his glacial eyes are soft as he looks upon her. He notices the far off look in her eye and the longing that fills her eyes. His heart lurches as he realizes that her being her, unhappily is also his doing.

"Tavas," he says quietly. He dares not to greet her with a bump to the shoulder, unsure of how she would take to his touch on her pale skin. "Be honest with me," he says carefully. "Do you want to return to the Inlet? Or can you see yourself eventually finding happiness here with me," he says as his glacial eyes search hers, seeking the answers to his questions before she parts her lips to speak.


Translation:


Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
Bera Konung of the Ridge





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