~ where innocences burn in flames.
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His ears waver atop his head, he can feel the tension that lingers along his crest and across his shoulders. He watches her with suspicion in his gaze as she steps closer to him, pride flickers in her eyes and a grin lingers on her lips. He has been angry for so long he can feel the toll that it takes on him emotionally and physically. How long has he fought for all of them? How long has he listened to them bickering amongst themselves? And then coming to him... He grows weary of it all.
As Elvira comes forth and asks again, he swivels his head and his glacial eyes settle on her. "Elvira, I will handle this," he whispers to her, just loud enough for her to hear. He does not need this situation getting any more out of hand then it already has.
He brings his attention back to Nyimara as she introduces herself to their gathering as the Queen of the Ridge. He knew that this had been coming, he could see it in the tense looks they had gave each other and their constant meeting in battles. It was only a matter of time before it happened. She goes on to explain that Ysabel was weak and the foals had been taken because of her. He clears his throat to speak, but Siobhan speaks up and his eyes widen in surprise as he swivels his crown to look upon her. A flicker of pride in his glacial eyes, she grows stronger and more confident.
"She was overpowered by Cullen, who is an experienced fighter... I do not blame her," he says aloud as he swivels his crown to look upon her once more. "We all need to come together in this time and not let our differences divide us. IF we are to get the foals back we need allies. And ALL of us need to be united."
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge