Posted on February 3, 2020 at 00:46:12 AM by Björn
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Björn
where innocences burn in flames
Björn lets his glacial eyes settle on the boy. Her judgement of protecting the boy was natural, despite his obvious handicap. "In the Norðurland, there were never enough resources to provide for those who were... different, so they were left to die," he says barely audible. The norðurland was harsh in the same way that the desert is, instead of endless sand there is endless snow and frigid cold. He turns his attention away from the colt. He listens as she speaks of the new stallion, his ears rotate atop his head with uncertainty. She does mention he's not bad, which does put his mind at ease. "Good, I trust you can take care of yourself," he says with a nod of his bone white skull. Has something happened? She wonders, but he does not have a complete answer for her. "There are always enemies," he says vaguely, unsure of even his own thoughts. He can hardly gather his thoughts together to tell her what he feels about the coming war. "I am happy to see your herd growing, there is always safety in numbers," he nods, before flicking his gaze to their sleeping son. What would happen to the boy in the coming days? War looms on the horizon, and it devours all in its path. Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh
brother to Ivar & Lagertha
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