Majestic Freyr

"Wanna hold on, and feel I belong..."

Bio by Unnamed_Raven ~ [ -- Raven Writes -- ]

Wind whipped around the meadow.
Dark grey fur waved gently in the breeze.
Freyr took a deep breath.
In, and out.
He was finally free.
Freyr had been born in a nearby pride, two years ago. He’d been hidden from his own family in fear of abandonment or even death— all because of his mutation. The long, curved fangs that protruded from his mouth, and the white patches that covered his fur.
Freyr looked up at the sunrise, his eyes reflecting the grey-blue-pink sky of dawn.
And here he was now.
Alone.
Freyr took another deep breath, enjoying the smell of freedom filling his lungs and the cold breeze caressing his mane. He could do this.
Trotting towards the rising sun, Freyr gazed at all the life, humming as he walked.
Suddenly, a loud chattering interrupted him. It sounded like a bird… a crow, perhaps?
Freyr peeked around a tree, then drew in a breath of surprise.
It was a magpie… but it wasn’t a ‘normal’ one. Instead of the traditional black feathers and white underbelly, this magpie was almost all white, covered in speckles… just like him.
“Hello, little guy,” Freyr cooed. “You’re different. But pretty.”
The magpie just tilted its head at him and warbled in response.
It fluttered up and landed on his head, and Freyr laughed.
“You don’t have a home, either, don’t you?”
The magpie warbled a cute song again.
“Well… why don’t we find one of our own?”