Posted on December 20, 2020 at 04:01:52 AM by S I G U R Ð R
 "Father," he breathes as he tilts his skull to the brooding heavens. There is an eery stillness, one that he knows will soon give way to torrential rains and flashes of lightning as they streak across midnight sky. This is his only chance to venture north. The worry causes his gut to grow sour and his heart to remain laden with guilt. He understood his father's need to go to the Arch, his need to save Siobhan from her fate. He swallows back the lump in his throat and blinks back the tears that threaten to spill down his cheeks. He pushes himself into the hissing surf, the waters wash around his ankles and tugs at his legs with each step. The darkness around him is eery as he enters the sea's embrace - utterly alone. He stumbles up the rocky shore, his hooves glance off of the stones and cause him to crumple into a pile. A frigid gust pushes itself into his thin coat and his body shudders in reaction. He lifts his head wearily. Darkness cloaks the entire island, but its frigid temperature and icy wind informs him that he has made it to his destination. Tinuvel. He pushes his legs beneath him and stands on shaky legs. He swivels his head to and fro, wariness in every movement he makes. Aranck lurks within the dark shadows - the hair along his spine rises as he recalls the stories Isabel had told him. He pushes cautiously down the shoreline, every few steps he pauses and casts a glance over his shoulder. His breath catches in his throat as a mournful cry fills the midnight air. He cautiously steps towards her, his ears waver atop his crown as he clears his throat awkwardly. "Your cry is like that of Rán..." he whispers, unable to hide the fear that bubbles into his throat. "She who pulls viking warriors beneath the tumultuous waves and to their deaths..." As he dares to step closer to her, his tilts his head up so that he may look into her dark eyes. There is pain and hurt - this sickens his heart. Had the three spinners been unkind to her? As they had been to him? viking of the shore Stallion ⚒ 14.3 hh ⚒ Icelandic Mutt ⚒ Silver Grullo Sabino Chimera |
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