05-27-2018, 08:16 PM
The boy is elated tho see his father as always. The larger, older kelpie man is a strong beast that the young smoke grullo child has always admired (and would continue to) as the ashed colt enjoys the embrace with a few warm nickers. His dark eyes are wide and warm as Ivar greets him. "Father." The kelpie colt breathes into the tangle of his father's mane with an unparalleled eagerness.
But the boy knows to slip away when Ivar is nearing his mother. The water nymph, the iron maiden of the waves, the kelpie queen. Lothbrok is smart enough t know to clear her angered or irritated gaze.
"Ivar." She coos her syllables as her steely laid eyes grip is pale and dark form with ferocity. She has allowed the beast to ravaged her once, drown her beneath waves, but her emergence as a new thing...a sacred creature of dark waters and water lungs, would tolerate nearly nothing of his ghost-like appearances or unsavory actions. Isobell speaks with a velvet tongue, a thick silver blade beneath. She is large with their children, uncomfortable and annoyed with his current distraction. "Ivar...you left..." She begins with narrowed, piercing silver eyes and a sharp tongue that would sear his illuminated hide but the smallest of twangs grip her for a moment before she realizes that the life within her was listening quite intently upon their parents converse.
Isobell grits her jaw, attempting to sate the feel of the child (children) that threatened to make their existence know. Isobell wobbles slightly to accommodate the sudden stir whilst attempting to be displeased with the sudden appearance of her spoken mate. "I waited...you were gone..." Her words are exhaled with a breathlessness that even frightened the kelpie mare before she suddenly buckles to the sand as a wave of labor pain ripples over her sides and her hind region. The mercury filled eyes slam shut as she clamps her jaw to combat the depth of her pain.
But the boy knows to slip away when Ivar is nearing his mother. The water nymph, the iron maiden of the waves, the kelpie queen. Lothbrok is smart enough t know to clear her angered or irritated gaze.
"Ivar." She coos her syllables as her steely laid eyes grip is pale and dark form with ferocity. She has allowed the beast to ravaged her once, drown her beneath waves, but her emergence as a new thing...a sacred creature of dark waters and water lungs, would tolerate nearly nothing of his ghost-like appearances or unsavory actions. Isobell speaks with a velvet tongue, a thick silver blade beneath. She is large with their children, uncomfortable and annoyed with his current distraction. "Ivar...you left..." She begins with narrowed, piercing silver eyes and a sharp tongue that would sear his illuminated hide but the smallest of twangs grip her for a moment before she realizes that the life within her was listening quite intently upon their parents converse.
Isobell grits her jaw, attempting to sate the feel of the child (children) that threatened to make their existence know. Isobell wobbles slightly to accommodate the sudden stir whilst attempting to be displeased with the sudden appearance of her spoken mate. "I waited...you were gone..." Her words are exhaled with a breathlessness that even frightened the kelpie mare before she suddenly buckles to the sand as a wave of labor pain ripples over her sides and her hind region. The mercury filled eyes slam shut as she clamps her jaw to combat the depth of her pain.