He had never much understood the terrible tales which seemed to follow the men of the lagoon about no matter where they wandered. Night time stories told to young foals to keep them from wandering far or foreboding warnings to a mare that might otherwise step out on their own. Perhaps it was that every tale needed a villain and the Lagoon was rife with possibilities where others were concerned. He had never paid any of them much heed, exaggerations being a stable in his part of the world where storytelling was concerned, but as he stood a long figure on within the marshes of the Lagoon he knew well it would be no fairy tale.

As he expected it does not take long for his presence to be noticed, he would have been more concerned if it had. Regardless the reckless charge of the golden stallion toward his position is much less concerning. Testosterone flared in response in his own body, as if they very land around fueled it within him. Was this the life of men amongst each other? Endless quarreling amongst each other, agitation at every turn was not what he had come here for. No. He believed there could be brotherhood here, comradery if not family and he would see it through. He lowered his large head as the white-specked palomino flew towards him, only briefly delayed by a tussle with the similarly colored stallion. He wasn’t sure if the other had meant to stop the charge or aid it but regardless he is forced down, but compassion is not a commodity Bondurant could spare at the moment.

His emerald gaze zeroes in on the roan who is closing in now, his large spotted head tucking in to his chest in an arch adding slightly to his height. Dancing in place he prepares to meet the charger as he nears, greet him chest to chest and nose to nose in a pool of hormones and heat. Only as he steps forward does a dark form moving in his peripherally catch his attention, a whiff of estrogen reaching him from upwind. He falters only a moment, a cut of his steely gaze all it takes to recognize the woman he had spent only a brief time with before. His pupils dilate as the possessive nature of all stallions instinctually kicks in to gear. That she should be here after all things, the undeniable bulge in her sides all the proof he needed that their time together had not gone unnoticed by the universe. An deep whinny rumbled from his chest in protestation to the entire situation, this was not how this was supposed to go down.

He wasn’t sure what her purpose was here, her words to distant from the blood rushing through his ears to hear her, all he knew is that he needed to keep the golden boys attention on himself, the rest could be dealt with later. All of this happening in the blink of an eye he lunges forward, thick legs churning beneath him amongst the mucky terrain. Had he not been born and bred in such an environment it would have been a hindrance, as it were it wasn’t helping much either. For good measure he neighs loudly, forcefully pushing the air from his lungs as it billows like fine mist around him. His goal is to meet the stallion head on, spotted chest against the smooth golden field. It is not aggressive, at least not for himself, merely the clash of two forces meeting for the first time to feel the other out.