~ you carry both lightning and thunder
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He has stayed hidden, deep within a home that is no longer his. He clings to the memories, the memories of his spotted girl and playing with his father, of the sounds of his siblings playing, and his mothers hushed whispers encouraging him to sleep. But there was also darkness, a darkness that refused to leave - even after Osiris' body began its return to the soil, even after their return home from the Lagoon. It made the shadows darker and remained as a reminder of those terrible days, and of the War.
The multi-colored stud colt moves through the jungle at a slow trot, his hooves find the hardened dirt a comfort. His father's words from that morning still bounce around in his head.
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"Siguršr, this place is not our home anymore," Björn said aloud as glacial eyes fell on the face of his young son. "Everyone has moved on..." the words are painful as they cling to his lips. How could he explain to the boy his complicated feelings? Of the betrayal and hurt that threatened to drown him beneath their weight.
"But Father," he protested with a defiant raise of his head. "Spotted girl is here, and my sisters... and Ailill," the names tumbled from his mouth. Maybe they would all wanted to go? But as his eyes fell on the somber face of his father, he knew it is futile to argue further. Björn stepped closer to his young son and wrapped his neck around the boy's shoulders. A sigh lingered on his lips and his heart clenched in his chest.
"You will go and say your goodbyes and meet me in the Shore in days time..." he paused as confusion darkened the boys face. "We will be safe there until I figure out what to do," he pulled his head back to look upon the face of his son. "Heil og sęl," he said finally before he pivoted and headed down the trail that led to the Shore.
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He pauses at the edge of his favorite clearing; brilliantly colored macaws squawk their protest and flap their wings in the jungle canopy. A smile touches his lips as he steps from the shadows and into the sunshine. He can almost see his father there, spotted girl and the macaws; as if it were that very day that he had shown her to their home. He pauses at the edge of the stream, it bubbles and trickles over the rocks. It comforts the turbulent thoughts that cloud his mind and make it hard for him to think clearly.
How had they all ended up here?
His glacial eyes narrow as the Lagoon flashes across his mind. They had caused this. They had ruined his family. He turns his glacial eyes to the waters below him. "They will pay for what they have done," he growls into his reflection.
Siguršr - Icelandic mutt - 1.5 years - Silver Grullo Sabino Chimera
homeless