Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on November 14, 2020 at 02:59:22 AM by Björn
 There is just the soft rustle of the wind through the dried leaves that still cling desperately to the branches of the trees and the occasional yip of a lone coyote. It stirs him from his slumber. He blinks back the sleep and sucks in a sharp breath. His existence has become ever lonelier. Just a few short years ago he had found himself once again on the familiar shores of his birth home. He had found a home, started a family, lost his home and his family... started once more and lost it all again. He lifts his thick crown and climbs to his hooves. His muscles protest and burn as he wills them to move despite their resistance. He tilts his head towards the brilliant heavens overhead and breathes into the still night air. "Hail all father," he breathes. Abba! a squeal breaks through the still air. A smile spreads across his lips as he recognizes Raksha as she darts towards him. She does not hesitate to shove her nose into his neck and he immediately lays his muzzle on her withers. Her scent is sweet and comforts his soul. "My heart has ached every minute I have spent away," he whispers into the crimson wisps of her mane. "Me too, I have missed you my dear dottir," he breathes and clears his throat of the lump that begins to develop in his throat. The snap of a twig draws his attention from his dottir to a shadow that lingers just within the trees. His ears flick atop his crown and lay against the muscles of his neck as he steps in between Raksha and the unknown intruder. He warily watches the shadow until it begins to form into another, a somewhat familiar face. He vaguely recalls the girl of the frozen tundra. He relaxes slightly as she begins to speak, yet he can not shake the feeling of dread that crawls into the pit of his stomach. "You have been waiting for me?" he asks with a hint of disbelief on his lips. "What is it that I can do for you?" Bera Konung |
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Replies:
- Mine to me; - By Raksha November 18, 2020 at 09:51:58 PM
- the colder the heart the warmer the gun - By Brunhild November 25, 2020 at 02:12:10 PM
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