i've learned to love a little bit of blood in my wine Posted on July 23, 2024 at 07:58:06 PM by Carthage
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The jungle seemed to part in front of the dark stallion as he charged through its vines and hanging tendrils. Macaws shot upward and away, their sudden flight almost announcing his arrival in the greater part of Sigurdr's domain. Carthage was seeking out the black-stained stallion to discuss their recent raid. As much as he had relished charging upon the beach, it annoyed him to no end that the pearl he'd found had not returned with them.
Sigurdr was already looking in the direction of his arrival. His mares dotted the land nearby; Carthage eyed them for a moment, envious of the king's increasing numbers, before turning wholely to the one he sought. "Our raid was close to successful," stated Sigurdr. A smile crept across the bay's dark lips at the comment. He was eager to go out again and perhaps finally wrest a mare from another man's clutches. "Next time, we will approach in the night." The Friesian-like male nodded his great head in agreement, crimson eyes gleaming at the thought of creeping past borders of an unsuspecting land.
An excited snort blew in his nostrils, tail lashing with the same reflected emotion. "When do you think we should strike next," he questioned, defaulting for once to his leader's whims. "And when?" Surely Sigurdr was as eager as he was to set these complacent leaders on their toes; it was a part of their understanding that allowed them to work so well together.