Posted on December 14, 2019 at 03:45:21 AM by Björn
"And you do not need to tell me today, give yourself some time to think it over."
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Björn
where innocences burn in flames
Björn stands idly in the shadows cast by the dark green fronds of a coconut palm, his tail slaps against his sides with a dull smack. For a moment he can feel his taut shoulder muscles relax as he heaves a heavy relaxing sigh. The past few days have been complicated from the war meeting to the turmoil that followed. He has been busy putting the fires out, as you could say. The soft murmur of the insects in the trees accompanied with the occasional caw of a parrot, lulls him into a light sleep. His ears droop on his head, and lazily he leans into the rough bark of the coconut palm. He does not sleep long, when a call echoes across the Ridge. It reverberates off of the trees and finally finds itself within the drooping ears of Björn. His glacial eyes immediately pop open, searching for the source of the call. He pushes himself from the shade of the coconut palm and sets off at a thundering gallop across the Ridge. The dull roar of the ocean's frothy surf soon reaches his ears as he slows to a trot, his eyes searching the sandy beach. He picks his way down to the shore, his hooves expertly travers through the rocks and boulders. As he steps on to the shore, he finally sees the one who had made the call. Her scent wafts on the breeze, bringing him the mixed scents of Warsaw and the Inlet. He heaves a sigh of relief and his posture relaxes as he strides toward the blue woman. He lifts his head proudly on thick muscular neck. As the distance closes between them, he can not shake the feeling that there is something familiar about her. He slides to a halt in front of her, his glacial eyes take notice of her proud stance and the fresh marks of battle across her blue hide. He eyes her curiously. "Welcome to the Ridge, I am Björn, Bera Konung of the Ridge, " he says with a proud lift of his head. "Any friend of Warsaw's is welcome in my home." He is curious of her connection to Warsaw and what has brought her here today. Translation: Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh
brother to Ivar & Lagertha
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Replies:
- Hold your breath; - By Xiomara December 14, 2019 at 04:16:43 PM
- where innocences is burned in flames - By Björn December 19, 2019 at 04:00:50 AM
- Hold your breath; - By XIOMARA January 4, 2020 at 06:43:38 AM
- I'm ready for the fight, and fate - By Björn January 5, 2020 at 10:29:46 PM
- Hold your breath; - By XIOMARA January 4, 2020 at 06:43:38 AM
- where innocences is burned in flames - By Björn December 19, 2019 at 04:00:50 AM
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