Posted on November 6, 2021 at 02:32:31 PM by Björn
Warmth touched every inch of the Inlet, it spread itself from the craggy mountain peaks to the frothy surf that broke on the rocky beach. It warmed the aging King's broad back and brought a gentle smile to his whiskered lips. He had watch with a glad heart as bit by bit the Inlet began to brighten with the laughter of children. He closes his glacial blue eyes and breathes as sigh as the afternoon sun begins to dip toward the craggy mountain peaks. Soon, they would make their way to quench their thirst, but for now he is content to enjoy the warm rays. His thoughts flicker from each of the women who now reside within the Inlet, Tigerlily, Siobhan, N.asa. For how long has he wanted a quiet peace? And now it seems that it has presented itself before him. Age warns him against such wistful thoughts but he can not help to entertain such fantasies. And yet his thoughts linger on lasting peace while part of him secretly lusts for battle. The adrenaline that pulses through his veins as he faces his opponent, the rush as their bodies clash against one another, and the swelling of pride as his opponent falls beneath his hooves. "Skítur.. "he growls beneath his breath as the battles vividly play themselves across his mind. With a sigh his glacial eyes flutter open and take in the vast clearing that spreads out around him. Immediately his thoughts are pulled from battle to the fragrant scent that lingers on the breeze. His ears rotate gently atop his crown, at-last Fall has arrived within the Inlet. And with its arrival, he knows that he will be able to satisfy his thirst for battle. For with fragrant mares came intruders who were just dumb enough to think they could take from him. He pushes himself from his resting position and propels himself through the grasses and toward his band of mares. Bera Konung of the Inlet Icelandic Mutt // 15 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion // Dogun x Freya |
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- and here you are, living, despite it all - By Siobhan November 6, 2021 at 07:54:03 PM
- I'm frozen to the bones, I am... - By Björn November 6, 2021 at 09:26:06 PM
- a paper crown and a heart made of glass - By ysabel & Sigmund November 7, 2021 at 02:50:44 AM
- fate falls hard on our shoulders - By TIGERLILY November 7, 2021 at 05:03:24 AM
- and here you are, living, despite it all - By Siobhan November 7, 2021 at 06:23:56 PM
- I'm frozen to the bones, I am... - By Björn November 7, 2021 at 09:39:19 PM
- and here you are, living, despite it all - By Siobhan November 7, 2021 at 06:23:56 PM
- fate falls hard on our shoulders - By TIGERLILY November 7, 2021 at 05:03:24 AM
- a paper crown and a heart made of glass - By ysabel & Sigmund November 7, 2021 at 02:50:44 AM
- I'm frozen to the bones, I am... - By Björn November 6, 2021 at 09:26:06 PM
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