M A G N U S
OLAF shifted uncomfortably, nervous energy radiating from his core. Warsong and Chianti had successfully birthed their children, only the latter’s belonging to him. The foals made him uneasy. He felt as if he had only just found the mares and now he had to care for them and the youngsters. The mares were at least able to semi take care of themselves but the added responsibility of the foals weighted heavy on his shoulders. Truthfully, he was terrified something would go wrong at any moment. He was too young for this. No wonder most stallions spend more time as bachelors in the beginning. They learn the ropes first, they don’t just plunge right in without a safety vest. All those days spent learning from his parents example seemed utterly useless in practice. He was in over his head and he knew it.
WARSONG had been giving him a wide berth of late – perhaps she thought he would dispatch of her filly as it was not his. Perhaps that could be expected of him but he had no desire to do such a thing. The filly could be traded upon maturity which meant he could find use for her even if she didn’t belong to him. Warsong’s reluctance to stick close was a problem though and he often found himself tracking her scent around the thicket, making sure she didn’t slip away. As of yet she remained within his boundaries. Chianti on the other hand was never far away, for which he was thankful. He did not have to spend hours trekking through the brush to find her and their daughter, his first child.
BEGINNING his rounds to locate Warsong and her child, it was Jörmungandr’s he found first. This gave him reason to pause. The young girl’s scent was fresh but he found only a faint trace of Chianti’s – why were they not together? The knot of nerves in his gut started to tighten as a sense of dread descended. Death clung on the air, growing stronger as he followed his daughter’s scent – had something taken her? Chianti had not called out though perhaps she had been caught by surprise and killed and their daughter dragged away. Perhaps that was giving the predators too much credit though.
EVENTUALLY he came upon a dead mare, half eaten, but he could tell he did not recognise her. Other equine scents mingled with Jörmungandr’s in the immediate area and trailed off out of the thicket- had they taken her? Why? Forgetting Warsong, and even Chianti for the moment, he takes off after his daughter.
name magnus
age two
gender stallion
breed mutt
height 15.2hh
colour smoky black near leopard appaloosa
genetics Ee/aa/nCr/nLp/nPATN1
lineage olaf x unknown
member polecat
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