Meadow

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

~ in that space between your bones and soul.
Posted on September 4, 2022 at 02:34:10 PM by S I G U R � R

A shiver runs the length of his spine as he stands statuesque within the frothy surf. The chilly waters tug at the feathers of his legs almost as if to warn him against his return to the Isles. It all awaits him here - pain and heartache - the uncertainty that returning to this place brings. He can not ignore the anxiety that rolls in his belly nor the quickening of his heart rate as his glacial eyes find the familiar landscapes stretch out before him. In the distance craggy mountain peaks scrape against the heavy clouds, his eyes trace down the valley to the where the majestic Falls are hidden within dark forests, and finally lay rest upon the vast meadows that now stretch out in all directions before him.

When his family had left the Isles they all returned as one to the Nordurland. He had spoke at length with his father about his plans for the future and what it would bring. They all agreed that Sigurdr would return first with his cousin, they would first secure a place for all of them to return to in the near future.

He steps from the sea's grasp and further up the shores - his steps are deliberate and his body posture is confident. He is home. Yes, the Nordurland is apart of him but not like the Isles. The Isles breathes itself into him and strengthens his bones.

A gentle spring breeze ruffles itself through his damp dense two toned coat, it breathes across the inky black of his shoulder and the mousy gray along his withers. The sweet aroma of spring grass surrounds him and instantly his mouth waters. It has been some time since he has grazed on their tender shoots. Winters in the Nordurland are harsh and unforgiving. He drops his teeth to the grasses, crops a few bites and chews thoughtfully as a plan begins to develop within his mind.

Rest. Replenish. Explore.

S I G U R � R

Viking Heir

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

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Replies:

This will never end 'cause I want more - By Sigmund September 4, 2022 at 06:20:20 PM
- fate falls hard on our shoulders - By TIGERLILY September 6, 2022 at 06:18:02 AM
  - Become the storm you are hiding from, - By S I G U R � R September 16, 2022 at 04:08:45 PM

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