fearghas

He had never meant for it to get this out of control.

The decision to put his name forward had never been intended as a grab for power. Fearghas had no illusions as to his readiness for such a lofty position. Hell, he didn't even think he was ready for a herd of mares, let alone the leading of a group of mature stallions. He had hoped that his proclamation would spur some of his brethren into action, and maybe even encourage one of them to step forward as well.

But it was not enthusiasm for change that met his desperate pleas. Some, like the sycophantic palomino wrote poetry that basically amounted to eating out of Cullen's cupped palm, while others hid behind 'the way things always were' as a way to defend their lack of action. Most though, offered only blank stares in response to his statement.

Had he been a wiser man, Fearghas might have taken his leave there. Turned tail and fled to greener pastures, perhaps even sought refuge amongst a herd of more powerful individuals. After all, he had no doubt that whether he succeeded or failed at the end of this election, Cullen would have it out for him and any soul that he loved. But he was no coward. Something needed to be done about Cullen, if for no other reason than that no other mares should have to endure the same treatment he had afforded to Aallotar.

While he waited to see what would come of his discussion with Bozena, he had no other option but to return to the Lagoon. As nice as it would be to rely on the support of the Lagoon's abandoned brethren from the Peak, Fearghas was not so blind as to count on them. They had no reason to love the Lagoon that had abandoned them, after all.

The anxiety he had managed to shake upon leaving the Lagoon returned in full force as his hooves crossed the familiar borders. Once this humid paradise had been a place of newness and excitement, fresh with the potential for a new start and a new beginning. Now, it largely made him frustrated and wary. Everything smelled like Cullen now. With his vigor reawoken with the threat to his leadership, he was no longer a wraith in the shadows, content to worry about only himself. Now that he needed the bachelor's support he finally cared about the men that lingered below him.

Fearghas could only hope that they would see through him before it was too late.

Taking advantage of the challenge Cullen had issued to the Peak, Fearghas called out for his brothers of the Lagoon, seeking any that would stand for an audience with him.

OOC: Taking place during the Peak v. Lagoon fight.

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