Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on August 16, 2021 at 11:40:40 PM by Björn
 Her laughter is sweet to his ears - it floats around her beautifully chiseled face and touches his ears with its melodic tone. She is quick to offer her own joke along with a soft smile on her ashen lips. I can't say I've ever seen you around here, either." He dips his bone white face. "It is nice to meet you as well, Sleia, of somewhere thattaway," a place far from here. Much like his norðurland, his home of frigid ice and snow, of towering mountains capes and dark pine forests. A place of the finest nordic warriors birthed from ice fire. For a moment, he can feel his heart ache with a longing, a longing for his kin that he had said his farewells too. His kin and his faðir - who he fears he had seen for the final time. He eyes her as her dark gaze remains glued to the horizons, a far off look in her eyes. He could appreciate this moment of silence, for frequently he falls into his own thoughts and feelings. His own memories and past. It was only another breath before she draws her words once more onto ashen lips. Did fate lead you here, too? A smile spreads across his whiskered lips. "Of sorts," he pauses for a breath "the three spinners weave my fate, sometimes... they are kind and sometimes they are not. But I do not complain, for they have weaved blessings and victories into my tapestry," he eyes her with his glacial blue gaze. "The fates are kind to you as well, Sleia, for they have led you here to the Meadow." he jerks his head around him and then toward the common area not far from here. "If the ocean had brought you just a shore down, you would have found yourself in a less friendly place. It is a spoken rule around here that if one washes up in the Commons - a herd leader may come and lay claim to that soul. But here in the meadow you are safe," he pauses with a flick of his dark tail across his haunches "And I am glad that we have been brought together here." He eyes her, silently he appreciates , the curve of her muzzle, the softness in her dark eyes and how gracefully her ears sweep atop her crown. "And now you have the protection of the Bera Konung, and if you ever find yourself in trouble, I will be there." There was a promise in his spoken word. For, he knew exactly who the monsters were that lingered in the dark shadows. Ivar. Cullen. Rougaru. Each with their own agenda. Bera Konung of the Inlet Icelandic Mutt // 15 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion // Dogun x Freya |
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