The Lost Islands
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where innocences burn in flames. -



I'm frozen to the bones, I am...



In the recent months, it has been quiet. He has enjoyed the frolic of his children, the sound of their laughter against the dark pines and the company of his Queen. They spent time quietly speaking and strolling the borders edge - it was truly a time meant for peace. And yet he can not shake the feeling that trouble brews just beyond the horizon. He could feel it deep within his bones and the fear clenched at his heart - so much that he would leave quietly and set out for the ocean's surf.

His hooves found the familiar hardened path, it angles from the dark pine forest and toward the ocean. His glacial eyes scan the vast lands that stretch out before him and immediately he notices a form stepping through the surf and onto the rocky shores.

Muscles tense beneath his smoky coat and his neck arches as he chooses a long stride trot. Quickly he is carried toward the newcomer, but as he draws closer her can feel the tension begin to melt from his body. It was not another stallion but a mare... one who strides confidently forward as if this were not her first trip to the Inlet.

The rocks skitter beneath his hooves as he slows to a halt before and a welcoming nicker leaves his whiskered lips. "Velkominn," he dips his bone white crown "How is it I can help?"

Glacial eyes focus on her dark gaze as he waits for her to state her intentions.



B j ö r n


Bera Konung of the Inlet

Icelandic Mutt // 15 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion // Dogun x Freya

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