Posted on August 11, 2020 at 08:19:49 PM by Björn
 Muscles bunch and bulge beneath his smoky hide - his muscles are strong and conditioned from days spent tracing and retracing his steps. He can feel their strength with each stride and the strength of his lungs with each breath. He is a stallion in his prime. He strides through the surf, water dropplets spew from beneath him with each stride. The scatter of stones on the shore draws his glacial blue eyes to her. She is apart of this land much like the dark evergreen pine that withstands the winter's blustery winds or the craggy mountain peaks who withstand the test of time. A smile touches his whiskered lips as she starts towards him, her steps are deliberate and if he were to be honest - a hint of excitement. She had let her guard down and trusted him on that day. He wants to go to her, but just as he pivots to meet her. The all to familiar cry of Solomon echoes across the rocky shores, he turns to face his opponent who is all to eagerly propelling down the shore towards them. He swivels his head toward Valka briefly - anger flashes in his glacial eyes. "Guði sé dýrðin," he growls to the Bay Queen and turns to face his opponent. His ears slide back against his crest, his muscles propel him toward Solomon, but he is not alone Valka follows closely on his heels. As he comes close to Solomon he raises into a rear. "Since you seem to be everywhere you shouldn't be." His ears disappear into the gnarls of his mane and his glacial eyes flash. "It seems the same could be said about you," he scoffs, he allows himself to hang there for a moment longer before his hooves touch the stony shore once more just as Solomon lunges towards him. The space between them narrows and Solomon moves to sandwich him between Valka and his own massive body. As Solomon comes close, he shoves his shoulder into Björn's with enough force that he can feel his body teeter towards Valka. A guttural scream erupts from his opened maw as he regains his balance but it is just as Solomon reaches his blunt teeth towards his gaskin. He can feel the stallion's teeth connect with his leg and the searing pain that follows, he reaches for his opponents own stifle in retaliation. A tense moment passes before Solomon pushes himself a stride away from them and as Björn pivots to follow but he is met with Solomon's hind hooves to his ribs. A burst of color explodes in his vision and his breath is taken from him. He stumbles a few strides up the shore. His nostrils flare and his heart hammers wildly against his chest as he tries to suck more breath into his flailing lungs. With each heave, he can feel his breath return... but would it be enough to take his larger opponent down. He pivots on his hind hoof to face Solomon, his breath ragged and his side explodes with pain. He would not turn tail and run. He reaches his forehoof forward and strikes the stones beneath his body. Bera Konung of the Inlet |
html, art & Bjorn © erin | pixel base © fintron | Ref Here
Replies:
- we do not sow - By Valka August 13, 2020 at 04:29:49 AM
- comfort me with apples, for i am sick of love - By Solomon August 21, 2020 at 08:34:19 AM
Post a reply: