Posted on August 14, 2021 at 09:39:52 PM by Björn
 He had not expected Ironclad to turn tail as quickly as he had. The boy King had always spoke of protecting their forefathers land, that the Inlet was his birthright... and on and on the Boy King had squealed. But just like his father, they both now carried a loss to the Bera Konung heavily across their shoulders. He had watched with a satisfied smirk across his whiskered lips as he gathered up a few of his family members. And like that, faded into the heavy fog that curled across the white capped waves. A bugle of victory ripped from his lips as he lifted himself onto his hind legs, striking out at the broody heavens. "Glory be to the gods," his praise split the dark skies as he pivoted from the rocky shores and further into the Inlet. Fog bellowed from his nostrils as he traveled quickly across his lands, his glacial blue eyes proudly took in every gnarled pine tree and far mountainscape. Home. It did not take much time to find Siobhan or Tigerlilly, and with a breath shared he took to scanning the vast lands around them. His adrenaline still pumped through his body and his heart raced against his ribs, bright eyed the Icelandic stallion watched for any movement. But as the time ticked by, he could feel the adrenaline leave his body and soon he relaxed enough to paw through the snow to graze on the sparse grasses below. With each moment he can feel the calmness return to his body and his breath becomes even. They all graze quietly, but he takes notice of how Siobhan slowly separates herself from them. A sigh lingers on his whiskered lips, he knew that he the wise thing was to give her space and time. He could feel the sadness that clings to her soul, it lingers her dark gaze and fills the silence that spans between them. He nods toward Tigerlilly, a smile tugs at his lips as he looks at her. Everything they had spoke of, while in the norðurlandi, was manifesting itself. A familiar bugle fills the frigid air, his jerks his head toward the middle of the Inlet, he was being summoned. He briefly presses his muzzle against Tigerlilly's shoulder before he pivots from her side and trains his glacial gaze toward where Solomon would be waiting. He had known that it would be a matter of time until Solomon would want to reacquaint himself, but so soon? Had he seen Ironclad's surrender? A smirk plays at his whiskered lips. Solomon and his "relationship" is strained at best. Always vying for the same women, bumping into each other at inopportune moments, and now, to be neighbors. Forced to either figure out their differences or continue their scuffles.The three spinners have quite the sense of humor it seems. As Solomon comes into focus, the Icelandic stallion slows to a walk and eyes him with his glacial blue eyes. A frigid breeze pushes into his winter coat and his knotted mane bellows around his arched nape as he draws closer and slides to a halt before the towering Cove King. "Solomon," he pauses as he draws his head higher on his neck "you are quick to summon a meeting," he says casually and lazily flicks his tail across his haunches. "It is almost as if you knew that I would be coming for the Inlet," he muses aloud "word travels quickly, it seems." The Icelandic stallion knew that when he came for the Inlet that - when it was once again his - it would entail him playing nice with the King of the Cove. "What is it you would like to discuss?" Bera Konung of the Inlet Icelandic Mutt // 15 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion // Dogun x Freya |
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