Posted on November 20, 2022 at 03:15:24 PM by SIGURÐR
From the bubbling, hissing surf the Viking rose, salt water clung to his patchwork hide and beneath the silvery moon he gazed at the dunes beyond. His Fadir had spoke about the Dunes - a desert wasteland - but never before had he dared to venture to this place of searing sands and sweltering heat. It is nothing like he has ever seen. He is used to the majestic mountains who scrape against the broody skies, frigid breezes that chill you to the bones and cold air that dares to strangle the breath from your lungs. But here, the air is dry and hot, the sands stretch sparkling beneath the silver moon's light, and it feels dangerous; like every step could be your last. Without another analytical thought, he steps through the hissing surf and increases his gait to a ground covering lope. The sand squeals beneath his hooves and excitement thrums in his veins. Trespassing in a stranger's land breathes its life into him, and he can feel the adrenaline add fuel to the fire. His breath rushes through flaring nostrils and his heart hammers wildly against his ribs. The Viking crests each dune and descends down the side until there is a light sheen of sweat along his muscular neck and his breath blows from his nostrils. As he comes to the top of a final dune, his glacial gaze is drawn to a lone woman. His hooves cease their movement as he admires the delicate beauty of her face and the elegance in every step that she took. He admires her, the way the moon halo's the curve of her hip. The gods had led him across the desert sands to her. The Viking crests rest of the dune, his ears appear from within his wind knotted mane. As he draws near, he can not ignore the troubled look on her face nor how she paces. "What ails you, desert beauty?" a mischievous smile ghosts across his whiskered lips. He pauses just a breath away, glacial blue eyes soft and curious. "Maybe you just need the company of a stranger?" one who could disappear into the midnight darkness, carrying with him all of her burdens. Viking King of the Harbor Icelandic x - 14.3 hh - Stallion - Silver Grullo Sabino Chimera Björn x Nyimara |
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- hold me in this wild world - By Sayyida November 25, 2022 at 06:52:03 PM
- in that space between your bones and soul. - By SIGURÐR December 2, 2022 at 03:08:43 AM
- hold me in this wild world - By Sayyida December 4, 2022 at 00:45:36 AM
- Become the storm you are hiding from, - By SIGURÐR December 6, 2022 at 10:45:21 PM
- hold me in this wild world - By Sayyida December 11, 2022 at 08:34:59 PM
- Become the storm you are hiding from, - By SIGURÐR December 6, 2022 at 10:45:21 PM
- hold me in this wild world - By Sayyida December 4, 2022 at 00:45:36 AM
- in that space between your bones and soul. - By SIGURÐR December 2, 2022 at 03:08:43 AM
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