~ where innocences burn in flames.
A smirk traces across his lips as she does not hesitate to take him up on his offer. She keeps her eyes closed as she moves her body away from the rough bark of the tree and beneath his muzzle. He parts his lips and reaches his teeth to where she guides him. He presses his blunt teeth into her skin and begins to cure the insaciable itch behind her withers.
He itches her matted red fur until finally he pulls away from her, his glacial eyes remain glued to her. An interesting creature indeed. He clears his throat. "I hope I was of assistance," he says with a deep throated chuckle.
He swivels his thick head away from her as he waits for her to speak once again. His glacial eyes linger on the distant horizon where the ocean meets the heavens. He figures that is where this peculiar crimson mare hails from. A gust of wind rattles through the naked branches overhead, it reminds them that winter now wraps its frigid grasp around the Isles. Even Atlantis has its fair share of days that are stormy and broody. He cocks a hind hoof as he settles down near the mare and swivels his head back to her.
"So, what brings you here to the Lost Isles?" he asks with a tilt of his crown. Each of them have a tale to weave. Some came here for a fresh start, running from a dark past... or others had came here to rekindle long lost loves or find remnants of a life they once led her. His brow furrows as he quietly muses about which one it was for her.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge