Posted on August 14, 2020 at 05:54:05 PM by björn
 The Norns had guided his hooves in the torrential rain and beneath the thundering heavens to her. To his tígrisdýr. Two broken creatures beneath the flashing skies had been brought together despite their wounds and their tattered past. There was no judgement nor condemnation. No, they had accepted each other for the broken creatures they were and something began to blossom between them. Their paths now were intertwined into one - even when the tides of war pulled them from each other - they struggle to return to each other. His heart stutters against his chest. Tígrisdýr. It is is in the quiet moments that his thoughts return to the gilded woman with ebony tresses cascading down her arching neck. The woman who spoke love and courage into his bones - even when they were too weary to continue on. His breath catches on his whiskered lips, a flicker of hope remains in his chest that she would return to him. He grasps at it desperately. He stands idle beneath the boughs of the evergreen, his glacial eyes glower at the frigid land that stretches out before him. The Norns had promised a victory. And such a victory he did have... But the cost had been steep. He can feel the ripples and the repercussions of every decision since he had hid away within the shadows of the jungles. He had been broken. He had not felt worthy of their love nor their affection. So like a coward he hid. And when he came from the shadows he found his kingdom gone and a love that blossomed between his Queen and a man he had trusted. The anger flickers to life again. He had went to her in hopes that she could forgive him, but it was a futile attempt and he looked a fool. He had opened his heart to her only for her to take into her palms and brush away what was left. "Fífl," he growls into the frigid air. He pushes himself from beneath the protective boughs of the evergreen pine and into the frigid morning air. He can not stand idle beneath their branches - his legs feel numb and his heart with them. He allows his hooves to drag him wherever the see fit and soon he finds himself near to the hissing surf. He pauses at the edge of the surf and his bald face swivels towards the vast ocean that spreads in every direction. It is grey and a still mist dances across her surface. A movement draws his glacial glare and it finds a prone figure on the shores. On numb legs he pushes himself closer and as he draws nearer he can feel a lump begin to develop in his throat. Tígrisdýr. She rises to meet him. He begins to shake his head back and forth in disbelief. How could it be? He comes to stand before her. "Fate leads me back to you." His hardend glacial eyes meet hers but the longer he stares into her eyes he can feel it all melt away. "Yes," he breathes, the word is barely audible above the hiss of the waves. He swallows. "I, never thought I would see you again." The words are painful on his lips as he speaks the truth and it leaves him bare before her. She steps to him and he can feel his body begin to tremble beneath her wonder filled gaze. How could after all that has happened she still holds him with reverence and adoration? Your Tígrisdýralilja has returned to you. As she bows before him, he steps to her. He places his muzzle against the top of her head and breathes in her scent. He breathes her in. "My Tígrisdýralilja," the words are full of adoration and hope "I have whispered prayers to the gods for this very moment," he breathes into her forelock. The tension begins to melt from his shoulders and for the first time in a long time he can feel. She awakens something within him that is gentle yet fierce. He drops his head to his knees and pushes his muzzle below her delicate jaw. Please, you will always be at my side and never bow before me, he whispers as he brings her head back up so that he may gaze into her fierce blue eyes. Bera Konung of the Inlet |
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