Meadow

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~ you carry both lightning and thunder
Posted on January 17, 2022 at 11:20:14 PM by S I G U R � R

Fa�ir... Sigur�r silently curses as he steps from through the bubbling surf, the water runs in rivulets off of his two toned coat and drips from his water logged fetlocks. A soft warm breeze breathes over him - it is fragrant - full of the sweet aroma of spring flowers and tender shoots of grass. His nostrils flare and draw in their sweet perfume. Spring finally has brought a thaw to the frigid Isle of Tinuvel which allows the stallion to venture from its shores and into the sea once more.

The world around him is still draped in grey tones beneath the slow rising sun as he wonders soundlessly through the thicket. Glacial blue eyes scan through the early morning twilight, searching for the familiar face of his father.

"Fokk," he grumbles to himself as he shimmies his way through a narrow wedge of trees as the branches scrape across his scruffy shedding coat. He winces as their sharp tentacles dig into his flesh. "Fokk. Fokk. Fokk." he curses as finally he stumbles through the last of the branches and into the open meadow.

Grumpily he glares around. He wouldn't be out here... if his father hadnt of decided to take a vacation - in the middle of winter. If he had just said "Sig, I am going to go out and insert destination here..." he grumbles under his breath. "But no! He just wanders off..." he huffs as he stomps across the meadow.

As he stomps across the field throwing his temper tantrum, with his ears buried in his matted mane and his glacial eyes glaring a whole in the ground. He did not see the grullo colored mare until he was almost on top of her. His head pops up just in time as he stumbles to a halt, his striped skull high on his neck as he realizes his error.

"Uh.." his lips open and then flap back closed. His mind desperately scrambles for an explantion for why he had almost mowed her over. "Hi, I uh.. I'm looking for my father. Have you by chance seen him?" he blurts out as he takes a step back and out of her space.

His ears appear from within his matted mane and his glacial eyes soften as he tries to chase the foul mood from his mind.

S I G U R � R

Viking Heir
Icelandic Mutt // 6 // Silver Grullo Sabino Chimera // Stallion

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