~ where innocences burn in flames.
Her excited nicker fills the midnight air but as soon as it leaves her lips, he watches as the realization sinks in that something is terribly wrong. His heart stills in his chest as her face begins to lose its excitement over them finally meeting and contorts into anger. Her skin grows cold to the touch and taught against his ribs. The lust and hunger they had known for each other dissipates into the midnight air.
He can see her shoulders grow tense and a look of animosity washes over her; as his news begins to sinks in. In return he can feel his muscles grow tense and his ears draw back into his thick unkempt mane as her face transforms from disbelief and finally settles on malice. She parts her lips and begins to unleash her anger on him.
GONE?!?!
The words reverberate off of the thick jungle foliage and against the faces of the cliffs. He waits as the tense seconds tick by and then she begins again, this time she turns on him with a smoldering intensity in her dark eyes. He can feel the anger beginning to bubble up from his chest and it hisses and writhes beneath his smoky hide. She is blaming this on him?! He grits his teeth as she continues to berate him and scream at him as if he didn't have a care in the world.
Then she finally turns on him, her eyes narrowed as she lays the blame on him directly. His eyes grow wide as she lunges at him with her teeth aimed straight at his shoulder. He feels the sting of her rebuke and a grunt slips from his opened maw, and finally he snaps.
"Where was I?!" he roars as he lifts himself into a half rear, his ears lay against the thick sinewy muscles of his neck. He stands momentarily there before he lunges at her, his blunt teeth seek out the soft skin of her nape. As his teeth connect with her skin he pinches his teeth together and holds onto her delicate skin for a moment longer before her lets her go. He stands his ground as his glacial eyes narrow on her.
"I was injured and barely made it back to the Ridge alive," he growls as he retreats a few steps away from her. He seeks to push her away, he needs space to deal with all that has happened. "You blame me, but you are as equally as responsible for our son... you had to run off to fight in war for a cause that is not ours. And now you come home to yell at me?" he scoffs.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge