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Meadow

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

Become the storm you are hiding from,








~ you carry both lightning and thunder,




“I made a mistake... and I am sorry.”

She whispered. Immediately following her words, her eyes close as if expecting him to retaliate. But he does not lunge at her with blunt teeth, instead he can feel the tension begin to melt from his body and his head lowering. In those tense moments he had only resorted to anger in an attempt to protect himself from the angry girl's wrath.

"We both were mistaken, and there is no need to apologize." he voice softens as his hard glacial blue eyes find her emerald ones. There is an emptiness that stabs at his heart.

He can not help but feel pulled toward her. It was the sadness in her emerald eyes, and the way her words fall from her lips.

“No, I’m not your overlord or your woman. I’m no-one.”

No-one.

The word hangs in the empty space between them. There is a bitterness in the way that she whispers the last word. He can understand the feeling of being no-one. Yes, his father was once again the Inlet King, so that should make him feel as if he were someone. But it still left him feeling as if he didn't know where he fit in the scheme of things. Yes, he could make the swim to the Inlet and live beneath his father, to grow a herd, a family of his own. And yet, he still feels himself torn.

She turns her back to him and whispers once more.

“Why should it matter what I want?”

His head lowers even more as he dares to step his shoulder to hers. She towers over him as he swivels his thick skull toward her and tilts his chin upwards so that he may draw her sad gaze to him.

"I have felt like a no-one," he breathes softly "but in the end I realized that I am a someone, and I believe that you are a someone as well."

He knows he does not owe the angry girl any kindness, but he can not deny that he has been brought to her for a specific reason. And only time would tell what that reason is.

in that space between your bones



S I G U R Ð R


Viking Heir

Icelandic Mutt // 4.5 // Silver Grullo Sabino Chimera // Stallion

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