M A G N U S

THE spotted boy had been patrolling the borders of the bay, leaving his daughters playing with Soljor’s children. He hadn’t seen Elexzra or their daughter, Amity, in weeks and found no traces of wrongdoing. It would seem that the black mare had tired of the cold and slipped away as he had always feared she might do. Magnus had to get on with life though, he still had three mares to look out for even if Moonstrike was the only one who mingled near Soljor’s herd. Roseriya and Morrigan tended to hide away amongst the pines but he always tried to keep track of them – the silver black mare more so due to the injuries she had sustained. He still wasn’t sure how she had come by the injuries, but he would do his best to make sure she did not acquire any more.

AS the bald faced boy made his way back toward the herd, his gaze soon found his spotted daughter as she went over to join her mother. Magnus was surprised, though quite pleased, to see her out in the open and so close to the rest of the bay horses. He began to move towards them at an easy trot, which promptly shifted into a gallop when the figure of a dark, young stallion appeared and began to make a beeline for the pair. Flicking his ears back into his two toned mane, he covered the distance as quickly as possible. Adrenaline and fury flooded his veins and escaped threw his mouth in the form of a deep bellow. Nemain had moved to Morrigan’s side, hiding behind her while Magnus through himself inbetween them and rival young stallion. He raised into a partial rear, fore-hooves flying at the other male to drive him off.

ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE