~ where innocences burn in flames.
A soft breeze breathes across his wet smoky hide and through his matted mane. He positions himself beneath the shade of the dark green fronds of a Coconut Palm as he watches her trace his steps to join him. She is meek and shy and her words are soft as she speaks. I didn't think it was too dangerous. I am already with foal." He tips his ears forward, it seems her only fear is of those who would take her womb from her and force themselves on her. In the Lagoon they would do far worse things than make her carry their seed.
"There are always dangers and pitfalls when entering the Commons. A lagoon stallion could of herded you deep into the Lagoon and never let you come out again," his brow furrows as he explains the dangers of such a place.
His glacial eyes soften as she mentions thats not how she had imagined it would of happened. He heaves a heavy sigh. "Life doesn't always tend to go how we want," he admits as he turns his glacial gaze up the shoreline. His gaze lingers on where the ocean's surf crawls up the sandy shore and contemplates her options. Finally after a few moments of silence he turns his head back toward her.
"What is that you want? Would you like to stay here in the Ridge?" he asks as he lets his gaze lingers on her.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge