Falls

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Beneath a sky turned purple by the diminishing evening sun, Fearghas settled to graze. His gaze rested longingly on the ocean waves, and the path that would lead him back home to Ally and the comfort of her embrace. He could probably make the swim in the dark, but he knew it wouldn't be the right answer. Not only was it risky and could land him on the shores of someone not particularly happy to see a young, virile male in the midst of breeding season, but he also owed it to the men he had approached earlier in the day.

What he was proposing wasn't traditional, and vulnerable to a fair amount of skepticism. Unlike the Lagoon, his idea lacked traditionalism and the expectations of the public. He imagined that the prospect of joining a herd of stallions was... distasteful to most. It certainly would've thrown him for a loop even a few months ago. Before he'd become intimately acquainted with the corruption in the Lagoon.

Now though, he couldn't get the idea out of his head. Clearly, Cullen had more support in the Lagoon than Fearghas had ever realized. Stallions comfortable with the idea of villainy would hardly be motivated to remove a boss that not only condoned such behavior but actively practiced it himself. Nor could Fearghas compete with the number of votes that had been cast purely on the basis of family loyalty or pulled strings. It had been a losing proposition from the start, but he'd had to try.

The islands deserved something better for their sons than the Lagoon.

Faced with no way to win, Fearghas turned his gaze outward. If he could not win over the traditional land of the bachelors, he would simply make his own. Create a land rife with the morals he had come to believe in, and filled with like minded individuals. He was sure it wouldn't be easy... but he desperately wanted somewhere a son of his own could go without turning into a degenerate.

Not that he was obsessed with the idea of son. He would just as happily coddle a daughter from Ally, but he trusted the Peak to do for her what he could, hopefully, do for stallions. If his daughter even wanted to leave home that was.

Once more preoccupied with thoughts of his coming child, Fearghas set to grazing just beyond the shoreline of the Falls. Maybe he'd get lucky and find someone else that wanted to return to the Savanna with him.

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