09-21-2018, 06:49 AM
Her faded looks are of no concern to the golden-eyed hunter. Beautiful or ugly, they are all the same beneath the water - quiet and still and perfect. She attempts to move past him and for a moment it seems that Ivar intends to let her pass. He takes a step to the side, but as the bony mare passes by his shoulder bumps ever so gently against her hip.
get into the water.
It's a simple command, easy to follow, and Ivar glances back to see that the pale mare is already up to her chest in the icy water. For the first time his sharp eyes skim her scrawny frame with something more than open hunger. Will she even survive a swim out to the open sea in her shape?
It doesn't matter, he decides , and slips into the water behind her.
dive, he commands as his muzzle brushes against the bone of her hip adding: happily out of caution. The past few years have been spent honing this skill, and Ivar is all too familiar of the consequences of an unsuccessful hunt.
All a passerby will see is two horses going for a swim. They both dive eagerly beneath the dark water, and only one will emerge again.
get into the water.
It's a simple command, easy to follow, and Ivar glances back to see that the pale mare is already up to her chest in the icy water. For the first time his sharp eyes skim her scrawny frame with something more than open hunger. Will she even survive a swim out to the open sea in her shape?
It doesn't matter, he decides , and slips into the water behind her.
dive, he commands as his muzzle brushes against the bone of her hip adding: happily out of caution. The past few years have been spent honing this skill, and Ivar is all too familiar of the consequences of an unsuccessful hunt.
All a passerby will see is two horses going for a swim. They both dive eagerly beneath the dark water, and only one will emerge again.