His glacial eyes slide over the women of the herd, each of them drastically different from one other, in hue and personality. His eyes linger on Tavas first, her pale coat and sleek body stands stark against the deep greens of the jungle. Next, he finds Isabel and Ysabel, he hopes that he will be able to smooth out their disagreements. His attentions shifts from Junia to Elvira then finally it rests on Tigerlily, who lingers just on the edge of the herd. She stood quietly alone, finding little interest in joining the rest of the herd. A moment passes before Nya moves away from the gathering to step closer to him, despite her growing belly she moves across the clearing with ease.
A smile curls his dark lips as she waddles closer, even in pregnancy she moves with a grace and poise, that the very gods would be envious of. She pushes her swelling belly into his, and he can feel the electricity of her touch jolt his heart into a thundering staccato. You look deep in thought. she purrs as her touch lingers. He nods without speaking, if only she knew every thought and worry that has been plaguing him. His glacial eyes find her dark alluring gaze and holds it momentarily before he nods a yes to her statement. "Yes, there is much to think on these days," he says in a gruff tone as he fondly lays his pink muzzle on her shoulder, breathing in her sweet scent.
Her touch is featherlight, and comforting in a way he doubts she will ever know. He leans into her touch and closes his glacial eyes for a brief moment. A sigh passes his pink lips before his glacial eyes open to find her staring at him with her dark gaze. "Nah, it is not you, my nya," he says, her nickname sliding off of his tongue smoothly. "Where should I begin?" the question leaves his lips with an exasperating sigh. "This war, protecting all of you from my enemies," he pauses before continuing. "I am a warrior, I am supposed to want to fight... to pillage," he pauses with a sigh.
"Yet, I feel the need to leave that life behind, to just be..." he pauses as he rests he presses his pink muzzle into her chest, laying a soft kiss on her supple skin. "Here, to raise our children... If something were to happen to me, who would be here to protect you, and all of them?" he says as he raises his head and looks out over the others as the graze contently on the emerald grasses.
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh
Bera Konung of the Ridge
brother to Ivar & Lagertha
