Posted on August 25, 2021 at 04:08:19 AM by Björn
 The smoky grullo Icelandic stood frozen, his dark knotted locks fell across his muscled shoulders and his crest arches elegantly as he strikes out at the frozen tundra beneath him. Frustration. Anger. All of these emotions boil beneath his hide and curl themselves around his soul. He could feel the beast slither and writhe as for a brief moment, he allows the bitterness to darken his glacial gaze. He could be bitter toward them. He could throw himself on the frozen tundra, kicking and screaming like a child. But he is the Bera Konung. A mighty Inlet King. And he would make both of them proud, in this life and the next. He pushes himself from beneath the broad boughs of a dark evergreen pine - his muscles protest the sudden movement - but he welcomes the chance to rid himself of idle thoughts. His breath plumes and bellows around him, forming ice crystals on his whiskers and eyelashes, and clinging to the dense fur of his muzzle. His hooves move soundlessly through the drifts of snow, glacial eyes sweep across the wide expanse of the Inlet - straight to the rocky shore. A distant shadows draws his attention - immediately he sets his path to meet the newcomer. As he draws away from the protection of the dark forest, he suddenly feels exposed as he crosses the vast tundra. Ears rotate nervously atop his skull and his heart hammers wildly against his ribs - it would not be the first time he has met an intruder on these shores nor would it be his last. Muscles move tensely beneath his dense smoky coat and his crest arches as he prances to meet the dappled stallion. Glacial eyes remain glued to the intruder as he slides to a halt within the waving sea grass, his tail whips across his haunches and his eyes flick over the man. There is suspicion in his glacial eyes as he takes in the newcomer. "What brings you to my shores?" he raises his bone white skull higher on his crest and his nostrils flare as he draws in the newcomers scent - testing to see if there were any scents he recognizes. At-least the one thing the newcomer had going for him is that there was not the stench of the Lagoon on his dappled hide. Bera Konung of the Inlet Icelandic Mutt // 15 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion // Dogun x Freya |
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- karma's just a different word for bad luck - By BALDUR August 31, 2021 at 00:22:57 AM
- I'm frozen to the bones, I am... - By Björn September 10, 2021 at 01:04:17 AM
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