Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on August 30, 2021 at 02:45:09 PM by Björn
 Silently he admires the delicate curve of her nose, the deep crimson of her coat and the softness in her dark eyes. Each newcomer that set foot on the Isles always brought with them an air of mystery, cultures differ much from his, and tales of lands that were unfamiliar and intriguing. Lands that were full of their own gods to worship. Lay claim to them? He gently nods his bone white skull. Yes a place that he knew well. He had seen some of the worst qualities of man brought out in the commons, and even in himself. "Já," he breathes his answer "and there is no need to have fear, you are safe within these lands," he nods toward the wide open meadow. "And beyond there is a place called the Falls and even the Ruins," his glacial blue eyes focus on hers as he continues to explain the different safe places on the crossing that were safe for newcomers. A smile tugs at his lips as she appreciates his offer for protection. It is true that he owed the woman nothing, but in his own mind he felt a familiar tug. Perhaps it was the similarities she held with his once queen, the crimson of her coat with the sprinkling of white or it was her aire around her. Either way he felt a need to protect her. "Gratitude is always enough, Sleia," he pauses as he flicks his tail across his white splashed haunches "Would you like me to show you to the best place to find shelter here in the Meadow?" If so, then he would guide her to his favorite thicket. He would accompany here until it was time for them to part ways - him back to the Inlet and her, wherever she chose. Bera Konung of the Inlet Icelandic Mutt // 15 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion // Dogun x Freya |
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