02-21-2018, 05:26 PM
The very edge of the sun had just begun to creep over the eastern edge of the horizon when Ivar emerges from the water. With his belly full from a successful hunt, the adrenaline of the chase still lingers in his veins. Too wired to sleep, the scaled creature moves down the shoreline until he reaches the cave where his family rests.
Isobell is curled around their sleeping son, and Ivar is careful not too rouse her as he nudges Lothbrok awake. The kelpie gestures toward the mouth of the cave and the open ocean beyond, waiting for affirmation from the colt before turning away.
The sand gives beneath his hooves in a familiar way, and the piebald stallion crosses the land with long and easy strides. He flicks a dark ear back to be sure that Lothbrok is following, but he does not hesitate before he enters the water.
They have kept Lothbrok from the depths and strong currents, as good parents do, but it is time for the boy to learn. He is not a creature of the land, despite Isobell's origins. Lothbrok belongs in the water, like his father and grandfather before him.
The last waves crest over him and Ivar is underwater. The familiar shifting of muscle gives him a tail that he uses to spin back, facing the shallows where his son will soon be.
Isobell is curled around their sleeping son, and Ivar is careful not too rouse her as he nudges Lothbrok awake. The kelpie gestures toward the mouth of the cave and the open ocean beyond, waiting for affirmation from the colt before turning away.
The sand gives beneath his hooves in a familiar way, and the piebald stallion crosses the land with long and easy strides. He flicks a dark ear back to be sure that Lothbrok is following, but he does not hesitate before he enters the water.
They have kept Lothbrok from the depths and strong currents, as good parents do, but it is time for the boy to learn. He is not a creature of the land, despite Isobell's origins. Lothbrok belongs in the water, like his father and grandfather before him.
The last waves crest over him and Ivar is underwater. The familiar shifting of muscle gives him a tail that he uses to spin back, facing the shallows where his son will soon be.