Styrke had not expected to see his son in the Meadows, much less for the young man to join them. Yet despite their addition to the group it did little to slow the brute’s pace he set to reach Paradise. Rage had begun to burn in his belly, faintly at first but it grew the closer he got to Rade’s territory. He tried his best to push it down, to not allow the beast to rush forth and take his mind in a red haze for worry it would unleash its wrath upon Jierda.
Jierda
The name was feminine and it shamed him to have a boy carrying his blood with such a title. Styrke had refused to call the young man by his name, only addressing him as boy if he were to speak in which he didn’t. Silence engulfed him expected for the same simple word flashing through his mind. Why? Styrke did not know why Rade had taken Clytie from the Lagoon or what had even brought the roan back to the Islands. Instead he was suspicious, wondering if Rade had simply done it for spite because he could not have the woman he had desired. The fury began to grow.
When Styrke reached the shores of Atlantis, Rade’s scent filled his nostrils. It caused his ears to fold back even farther below his inky mane and he passes a glance over to see the look in which the boy is giving him. If it was not for his need to speak with Rade, Styrke would have taught the boy manners there and then and even still he had the notion to do it anyways. Instead he steps away from the duo, a shrill call erupting from his lips as his gaze claws across the land with a wolfish hunger that only one could quench.
Styrke stallion | mutt | black tobiano | 15.1hh | 5 | deaf character by frost. |