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A soldier on my own,




I'm frozen to the bones, I am...




He glares into her eyes - his are icy and cold where hers are dark and smoldering with anger. She recoils from him and he steps closer. His ears lay beneath the knots and gnarls of his onyx mane and his eyes narrow as she continues. But as she mentions her mother, her brothers and sister - he momentarily softens his gaze. He feels sorrow for those who are casualties - but it is momentary, his family were also casualties. Osiris was a casualty. The time that he lost with his children was also a casualty. His gaze hardens once again.

Did you even realize I went back for you? But you were long gone...

Her words chisel at his cold heart - she had went back for him. His brows furrow. After all of the months, she had returned to look for him. His ears appear from beneath his thick mane. Why?" he asks. He wants to know why she would come back to him? But her next words cause his ears to disappear once more and his nose wrinkles as she berates him. His muscles grow tense and his legs stiffen.

"Your family chose to leave," he spits between barred teeth "I offered them to stay here... but they all spat in my face and left for the Cove."

He sucks in a breath of air - he tires of defending himself, he tires of the anger that seethes beneath his smoky hide. His glacial eyes soften as the tears begin to brim in her eyes and she turns her face from him. "Tavas..." but as he is about to speak more Nyimara's voice breaks the silence. She taunts Tavas with her sickly sweet words. He jerks his head towards her, a look of displeasure contorts his face.

"Nyimara, enough." he growls as he reaches his teeth towards her shoulder.

He returns his icy gaze to Tavas who he finds with disgust in her face and her words to follow cause his blood to boil. He does not fear their wrath. He takes a step closer to her, his glacial eyes soften briefly. "Tavas, can we talk further or have you written my fate already?"



Icelandic Mutt // 11 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion
Bera Konung of the Inlet

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