Be patient Brother, out time will come. Jaxon listens intently as the voice tries to comfort his restless soul. He stands idly, as his dark eyes wander the length of the fermenting waters before him. It was quiet, it was something that has to change. A dark grin touches his lips, yes, he felt that it was his responsibility to change it.

He steps into the thick mud, it sucks at his hooves with each step. The late evening glow touches each of the trees, creating eery shadows that dance across his sooty coat. His dark eyes search the thick shadows for the Boss, Argento, he had a proposition for him. He had only spoke to the stallion once, he seemed like capable leader for now. Jaxon skirts the edges of the swamp, his hooves sink into the mud with each step.

As Jaxon nears the center of the Lagoon, he clears his throat before he lets out a rumbling call. He knew it would not be long before the spotted stallion would make his appearance. He snaps his ebony tail across his sooty side with an impatient swish.