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where innocences burn in flames.
Posted on February 4, 2020 at 03:11:23 AM by Björn







Björn

where innocences burn in flames



Fjandinn hennar! he curses under his breath. He had told her to remain in the Ridge, and once he turns his head she saunters off to Luthien. He growls again, barely audible above the roar of the surf as it crashes against the boulders at his hooves. Glacial eyes narrow as he looks toward the distant island, where Elvira was probably getting herself into trouble. He has half a mind just to let the damned girl deal with the consequences of her fool actions, but if she got herself killed... their foal would be left motherless.

He pivots from his rocky perch, and heads toward the sandy shore where the rocks did not perilously jut from the sea. Muscles quiver beneath his smoky hide, as adrenaline begins to course through his veins. He can feel the buzz as it begins to vibrate every muscle, anticipation quickens his heart. He can feel the cold, battle hardened warrior rising from the dark depths, rearing its ugly head.

Björn enters the frothy surf, his steps are deliberate and confident. He is a warrior.

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He does not waste his energy, only uses what he needs to swim through the sea. As Luthien looms on the horizon, he does not falter but swims with calculated strokes. He only slows at the shore long enough to shake the excess water from his smoky hide before heading deeper into the Forest. His ears linger just above the heavy muscling of his arched neck, ready at any moment to disappear into his shaggy ebony mane. His nostrils flare, as the scents of multiple horses assaults his senses.

Then his glacial eyes narrow on an all too familiar Lagoonie. Instantly his ears lace against the muscles of his neck, a deafening bugle rips from between parted lips. This fífl had crossed the wrong path today. As the bugle fades, he lunges, muscles uncoil beneath his taught grullo hide.

He thunders down on the roan Lagoonie, he comes from his left to intersect the stallion before he steps any further into the Forest. He lunges at the stallions shoulder, Björn's blunt teeth seek out the soft skin that stretches over his jugular. He hopes to clamp his teeth down on the Lagoonie's throat. A painful reminder, a reminder of the disrespect and lack of empathy he had shown his sister.

Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh

Bera Konung of the Ridge

brother to Ivar & Lagertha



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