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The stank of the lagoon clings to his sooty pelt, a reminder of the commitment he had made to his brotherhood. They are not your real brother Jax. Jaxon tosses his heavy head as the voice whispers. Damn it, don't you think I know that? He growls under his breath.

He takes the well worn trail that leads to the beach, the sands that had brought him to the Lagoon in the first place. He can feel the warmth of the summer sun as it filters down through the trees, casting shadows on his sooty dappled back. His raises his thick head, the buzz of flies drowns out the sound of the ocean's white capped waves. He knew the beach was close, the salty air thickens as he draws nearer.

The heat of the summer sun envelops the dark stallion as he steps from the shade of the trees. Jaxon halts for a brief moment, his large head swivels back and forth. Dark eyes take in the ocean that spreads out before him, only a few days before, he had exited the surf. Now, he had a brotherhood. He felt like a new man. Jax, you are the same. A coward. The voice taunts.

A sharp snort exits his nostrils. He turns to his left and strolls along the sandy shores. Each step stronger than the last, he belonged here on these Islands. As he rounds the corner, his dark eyes fall on a pair of horses; both of them as dark as he. Jaxon continues forward. Muscles ripple beneath his sooty coat with each step.

Yes, she could use a friend. The voice whispers wickedly. Jaxon's ears disappear into his mess of tangled mane for a brief moment. Jaxon halts a few strides away, his dark eyes flick to his hooves for a moment and notices the scabs and scratches that run jagged across his front legs. You are mess brother. The voice pauses than continues. They are too good for you. Perhaps, for once his brother was correct.