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The Lost Islands
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I'm ready for the fight, and fate;






~ where innocences burn in flames.



As the blessing falls from his lips he can feel the strength return to his bones. He does not know the reasoning behind Cullen stealing the children away, what he does know is that Lagoon does not like looking like fools. Their whole way of life is based off of pride and pettiness, it is the way of their bachelor life. He assumes that Cullen and Warsaw have let their pride consume them, and he has stood up against the War. Even though he had help put the plan together.

His bad decisions have trailed after him from every corner of the Isles. It seems the Seeress who had visited his home, knew of the prophecy and now he has seen it unfold. He has tried to do the right thing but still The Norns mock him and send him misfortune.

With a sigh on his lips he shakes the dark thoughts from his mind.

He leans into her tender touch and feels her heart thunder against his side, and in this moment he allows such worries to slip the wayside. I do not know how you do it.. How you stay so strong." He has never put a thought to it, he knows that leading a herd comes with sacrifice, but it also came with rich reward. "If not me, then who else will step up and be strong," he muses aloud. "All of my life I have been the one who others call on for strength. I just have learned to get better at it."

Then her next words cause him to raise his crown, his ears rotate behind him so he can hear her every word. His heart quickens as she fondly recalls the memory of her child. "Laoise, sounds like a fortunate child," he says softly as his lips find the supple curve of her hip. He lays soft kisses along her spine as he breathes her scent in. "You will be a great mother to our child too... in my heart I feel it."

"You just spoke briefly of your Laoise, but please will you tell me more?" he says aloud as he takes a step back so that he now stands with his crown nearer to her face as she speaks. He lays his muzzle against the curve of her shoulder and sighs into the hollow of her neck.

Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino Bera Konung of the Ridge



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