Falls
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Posted on August 10, 2020 at 11:56:16 PM by Björn
 He stumbles up the shoreline. His sides heave and his heart hammers against his ribs. "Siobhan, I am sorry," he whispers into the midnight air. A blustery wind pushes itself against his wet skin and causes a series of shivers to rack his body. He drops to his knees in the frigid sands and allows himself to succumb to pain. At first it is just a single tear that slips down his cheek and falls into the sands - but soon he can feel the anger boil up and from between his teeth as he lifts his head and screams into the night air. "Why do you torture me?" he screams into the night sky "Odin! Have I not given you enough? You take my father! And now you take my children and my queen!" His scream echo into the still night and his heart thunders wildly against his ribs. He pushes himself from the sands abruptly, his ears plaster against the sinew of his neck and his eyes rim with white. His muscles bulge beneath his smoky hide as he launches himself from the beach and towards the forest beyond. His hooves thunder against the frozen ground and catapult him through the dense foliage. He feels the sharpness of the bushes as they dig their sharp barbs into his hide and rip free to reveal the blood and sinew beneath it. He does not wince nor does he slow. He is numb to the pain and to the tearing of his own flesh. He pushes his legs faster. They pump with each stride until they scream their protest and his lungs ache with every breath that he pulls through his nostrils. As his strength begins to leave him, he finally has no choice to slow. He blinks back the tears that brim in his eyes, the tears from the wind and his lost love. His sides heave and his nostrils flare as he limps closer to the dull roar of the Falls. He pauses within the dense foliage, within the shadows. The pungent coppery scent of his blood fills the space around him, he drops his glacial eyes to the frozen earth. He does not care. He can feel his heart harden within his chest as he pulls the stoic mask into place. This is who the gods have destined him to be. Feelings are weak. Love is weak. The gods need his strength and they demand it from him - and if he doesn't comply they will take it all from him. Bera Konung of the Inlet |
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- you call me out upon the waters - By n.asa August 11, 2020 at 03:03:45 AM
- I'm frozen to the bones, I am... - By Björn August 11, 2020 at 05:52:06 PM
- you call me out upon the waters - By n.asa August 11, 2020 at 07:27:36 PM
- A soldier on my own, - By Björn August 12, 2020 at 10:21:56 PM
- you call me out upon the waters - By n.asa August 13, 2020 at 03:36:07 PM
- A soldier on my own, - By Björn August 12, 2020 at 10:21:56 PM
- you call me out upon the waters - By n.asa August 11, 2020 at 07:27:36 PM
- I'm frozen to the bones, I am... - By Björn August 11, 2020 at 05:52:06 PM
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