Posted on October 8, 2021 at 03:11:29 PM by Björn
Tígrisdýr lilja His queen. The soon to be mother of his child. The solid rock beneath his feet. She had gently asked him to leave, to leave her within the heart of the Inlet, and despite his protests he had listened to his Queen. He retreated from her side and back to Siobhan. He did just as she requested and kept a watchful eye over Siobhan but could not help his thoughts as they lingered on his Queen. He could not help it when his hooves drew him back within the shadowed forest, his eyes found his Queen at the edge of a cave. He could not help but be called back to her. The sound of her call coaxes him from his fitful sleep, his eyes flutter open and his heart hammers wildly against his ribs. He was near the edge of the dark pine forest - where just hours ago he had paced and worn a path into the tender shoots of grass - he had known this would be the best place to wait for her beckoning call. He does not hesitate to push himself beneath the boughs and into the shadows. His ears rotate nervously atop his crown and he can not help but feel the anxiety as it rises within his chest. It curls itself around his heart and threatens to choke the life from him. What if the child was unhealthy? What if his Queen had complications? He could feel the fear... the anxiety... You are a warrior King. He could feel the words breath strength back into him and chases away the feelings of fear and anxiety. Courage washes over him and confidence straightens his shoulders just as he steps into the clearing. The moon's silver light illuminates the steam that curls and dances off of the hot springs mirror like surface. It twists itself around his body as he tenderly steps to the mouth of the cave. His queen's soft whispers reach his ears, “I have been waiting my whole life for you.” and a smile traces across his lips and admiration fills his glacial eyes as he gazes down at his Queen. "I am here my Tígrisdýrlilja," he tenderly whispers as his lips press against her forehead. Bera Konung of the Inlet Icelandic Mutt // 15 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion // Dogun x Freya |
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