ᛯ ᛯ BJÖRN ᛯ ᛯ
A month. A month was all it took. He had built a home for his family and with passing time his family had grown into a thriving, healthy family. But it took a single month for it to all fall into pieces. His family is scattered across the isles, he knows where Siobhan and his daughter remain... and Ailill, the rumors of their love blossoming spreads across the Isles. He soon will return to look upon them with his own eyes to see if these are lies or of the truth.
From beneath the protective dark green fronds he appears, this would be one of the final times he set hoof on these pearly white shores. He sets his glacial eyes on the crossing, his eyes narrow as he knows what is to come for him. The Norns have spoke their prophecy and it has woven its way into his soul.
Without further hesitation he steps to the meet the hissing surf where it washes around his hooves and tugs at the feathering of his legs.
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He strides from the ocean's embrace beneath the afternoon's watchful gaze, his glacial eyes sweep the sandy shores that stretch in either direction. He pushes himself immediately forward and beneath the brilliantly colored boughs of autumn leaves. The smell of damp leaves and autumn lingers on the cool, moist breeze. He pushes through the branches and their scraggly branches drag across his smoky hide, they leave their impression deep within his coat.
He slides to a halt as a familiar scent wafts around him, his head immediately jerks up and his eyes search for her familiar face. His heart hammers against his ribs as finally his glacial eyes fall on her. Nyimara! He rushes forward with an excited nicker escaping his parted lips, he does not slow until he can push his muzzle into the nape of her neck. He knows that she will unleash her anger and frustration on him, but he eagerly awaits for her temper to explode.
"Nya," he breathes her name into the breeze. He does not say another word until finally he pulls his crown back to look upon her. He expects a sour look to contort her face, but at-least she is here.
Icelandic Mutt // 11 years old // Grullo Sabino // Stallion // by Erin
fallen bera konung
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