Meadow
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Posted on August 7, 2021 at 00:51:28 AM by Björn
 F.F.Father? She stammers as her body stiffens and surprise widens her icy blue eyes. There is disbelief, almost as if he were a ghost, a foggy memory pressing itself to the forefront of her mind. How many years had it been since their brief meeting in the Arch? His thoughts darken as he thinks of their last moments together all those years ago. He had writhed in pain and anger as the realization of his actions fell squarely on his shoulders. No matter how he wanted to blame Nyi for all that had unfolded between them and then blame her for Siobhan, he knew deep down, that he was also was to blame. And in that dark moment, he had been cold and unloving to Raksha, when she needed him the most. "No, I am not a child anymore Da," the words are painful to hear. He had wanted to be there, to watch her grow from a lively russet filly into the woman who now stands before him. She is striking, her deep russet coat and the delicate curves of her face, she is both of her father and her mother. "I know," he whispers as the pain threatens to crush him beneath its weight, "I wish I could of been there for you Raksha." He swallows and tilts his bald face away from her and looks into the distance. You have been gone a long time…” she whispers, the pain apparent in every word that lingers on her dark lips. He nods, yes, he had been gone. But how could he ever make up to her all the time lost? Every which way he turns it seems that he has broken another heart and left a crumbled soul in his wake. Where did you go? The aging stallion draws his gaze back to his dottir, glacial eyes settle on her. "To the norðurlandi" he heaves a sigh "I had to visit my sister, and my father. His health fades fade and with it, his mind." His thoughts turn to his father, the once proud Inlet King had become just a shell of his former self. There were glimpses of the old King, but mostly it was of a frail dying old man. He clears his throat. He wishes he could introduce of his children to his father and his mother. A sad smile traces his lips as he thinks of his mother. Freya was beautiful with a quiet fierceness that demanded all to listen and heed her words. "I wish you could meet your afi," his glacial eyes take on a sadness as the realization that would never happen, at-least not in this lifetime. His ears flick within his tangled mane and catch the sound of hooves through frozen blades of grass. Björn's muscles tense beneath his smoky hide at their approach. And then as he swivels his head to see who it is, immediately his stomach fills with dread as Nyi appears and struts toward them. As she draws close, she tosses her silvery locks and arches her delicately curved neck - a neck he had once tenderly kissed. But time had passed since then and they both have changed. Well... you look old. A growl leaves his lips and his ears disappear beneath matted locks and tuck tightly against the muscles of his crest. "It looks as if the years have not been kind to you either," he spits with a defiant raise of his crown "once you were full of life and love, now... full of malice and hate. It doesn't suit you." His ears remain against his crest and his muscles tense visibly beneath his smoky and white hide. Where are my other children? she asks as her tail flicks across her supple hips. Hips that had once been his, supple skin that he craved to tenderly touch and press himself against. And now the thought causes bile to rise in the back of his throat. She had brought this on herself. Her anger and jealousy had driven the wedge between them. "OUR children are here," he grunts, purposely leaving out any more details of their whereabouts. If she wanted to see them, then she could ask nicely without the malice and agression. Miss me? she whispers into his skin. His glacial eyes narrow. "Which me? Hmm Nyimara?" he whispers as he presses his own whiskered lips to her ear. "My lover who I had laid next to on that sandy shore all those years ago? or the one that allowed Siobhan to be raped by Aranck?" as the last words leave his lips, he snaps his teeth together dramatically and pulls his head back to watch her face. "I'd ask if you missed me, but I already know the answer to that," he pauses "Shhhh, Ill answer for you... Yes, you missed my touch and my kiss. You missed my embrace." He turns his bald face away from her while his glacial eyes narrow. "And as long as you continue down this path, never, will we be together," he growls as his frozen gaze returns to her. Bera Konung Icelandic Mutt // Ee aa Dd nSb // 15 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion // Dogun x Freya |
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- I feel strange in your perfect perfect world; - By Raksha August 10, 2021 at 07:28:05 PM
- I'm headed straight for the castle; - By Nyimara August 11, 2021 at 02:58:23 PM
- A soldier on my own, - By Björn August 13, 2021 at 03:43:32 AM
- I'm headed straight for the castle; - By Nyimara August 11, 2021 at 02:58:23 PM
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