Falls
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Posted on July 12, 2021 at 01:23:11 PM by Björn
 Life had been complicated for the Bera Konung. He had loved and lost. He had won and triumphed over his enemies. Fathered children. And ruled over his father's kingdom. Yet, he finds himself homeless once more. Perhaps it is his viking soul that keeps him from settling in one place long enough to secure himself a home. The sea beckons him as does adventure, but as his youth disappears from his body, the need to secure himself a permanent home begins to weigh on his mind. A home in the North. His body slices through the sea waters and slides across his smoky hide. He has his glacial eyes set on the Crossing. He would return there briefly before making his way north. It is a yearning in his soul to return to Tinuvel, to strike a deal or battle, whichever the Norns decide for him. He steps through the foam and surf, the muscles of his legs propel him through the surf and up the sandy shore. He pauses for a moment to cast his glacial gaze over his shoulder and in the direction he had came. Sigurdr would soon join him but he had business to attend to with Roisin. Sweet Roisin. Björn shakes out his tangled mess of mane and steps up the shore and into the dense foliage beyond. His hooves easily find the well worn path that leads from the sea and deeper towards the Falls. Every time he sets his hooves on the Crossing he ends up in the Falls, it is the sweet waters that draws the warring Bera Konung to its shores. The rush of the Falls always enchants him, it is the way the water rushes down the face of the cliff and plummets to the pool below. Its raw power. As he steps to the water's edge a familiar scent reaches his nostrils. Nasa. And just in that moment her words reach his ears. They are soft and just above a whisper. He swivels his thick head and finds her gracefully steps toward him. She has a way of finding him it seems. They had spoke briefly, her words had been kind and needed in that moment. He had failed Siobhan and Nasa had been there to console a stranger. "Nasa" he says as he pushes himself from the water's edge and towards her. "It has been. I hope that time has been kind to you." His glacial eyes find her dark eyes. She is an enchanting woman - with her skin as dark as the midnight sky and her eyes deep as pools of obsidian. "How have the Isles been treating you?" he asks her with a slight tilt of his head. Bera Konung Icelandic Mutt // Ee aa Dd nSb // 15 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion // Dogun x Freya |
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- you call me out upon the waters - By n.asa July 17, 2021 at 01:56:58 AM
- I'm frozen to the bones, I am... - By Björn July 20, 2021 at 03:45:37 AM
- you call me out upon the waters - By n.asa August 23, 2021 at 05:30:33 PM
- A soldier on my own, - By Björn September 29, 2021 at 06:06:30 PM
- you call me out upon the waters - By n.asa August 23, 2021 at 05:30:33 PM
- I'm frozen to the bones, I am... - By Björn July 20, 2021 at 03:45:37 AM
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