I had nothing to say And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
Limbs churned the dark water beneath him with strong, powerful strokes. Having left the inlet before the sun was awake, Orkaan had decided it was finally time to visit his mother’s second home. The Peak. In the flurry of the past few days, the tobiano stallion had had to postpone the trip. Attacks from thieves, after Phi and Dora had sent him into a frenzy of rage. Even the thought sent a dark cloud over his facade, the blood beginning to boil in his veins all over again. Snorting, he shook his crown and pushed it away. They would be safe for a few hours - this was something he had to get done.
As the light broke across the horizon, his muscles pulled him from the waves and onto the rocky shore that belonged to the warrior women he had come to respect as a colt. Her mountain was a sight to behold, the brute sucking in a breath through his teeth, amber eyes sparkling as the colors washed the landscape and brought it to life.
”Orkaan, come along.” Sterkte called back to her son, irritated with his slow pace.
“Why do I have to come? The arch is our home. You said so.”
Rolling her fiery eyes, the mare nipped lightly at his heels. “This is home too. A different kind. You must learn of it.”
So the large, black vixen and her tobiano son continued through the underbrush, closer and closer to the base of the mountain and it’s winding paths. Sterkte had always help a special place in her heart for the Peak and the kind of women that lived there. In her younger days she had been one of them, a warrior unafraid of anything or anyone. Sometimes to her detriment. Her mother had always told her her tongue would get her into trouble, and that it did. For her son, she worried that it would be his mind that caused him unnecessary suffering.
Working twice as hard to keep up with his dam, the boy’s eyes devoured the land. In the arch, everything was laden with snow but this place was like a different world alltogether. Not only that, but there was no scent of a male to be found on the breeze, only women. Scrunching his nostrils up, Orkaan planted his feet and refused to move. “There’s not stallion here. Something’s wrong.”
“This is a place where there is no need for a brute. They’d only get in the way. You are here to learn.”
“That sounds dumb. Who fights and defends the land? It’s a beautiful home to take.”
“I used to, now a different warrior does.”
Dumbfounded, he stared with wide, amber orbs at his mother.
Lightning tore across the sky and fat rain drops slapped the stag’s hide, bringing him out of his memories and forcing him into the shelter of nearby trees. Orkaan’s ears flickered in annoyance - if the storm lasted long he would be gone from the Inlet longer than intended. Perhaps it was foolish to have come. Emotions were a stupid thing, and yet he had let them lead him back to the Peak. Still, it seemed luck was on his side for the day. The rain and thunder drifted away as quickly as it came. Shaking out the moisture from his skin, tassels snapping against his hindquarters, the stallion moved deeper into the territory.
In the middle of memories he nearly stumbled upon the frame of a smaller, pregnant mare, catching himself just in time. ”My apologies miss. It seems my mind has the better of me.” He offered her a wide smile, respectfully bobbing his head and suddenly grateful he’d asked permission before visiting. ”Are you alright? Of course I haven’t introduced myself. I am Orkaan of the Inlet. Son of Sterkte. Perhaps you knew her?” A vain hope - it had been a long span since she had been upon the islands shores.
orkaan
male | friesian mutt | inlet king | kittyha's lost soul