turning men into beasts Posted on March 12, 2024 at 11:55:46 PM by Tyr
As they exchanged breaths, Typhoon smelled of sun and sea and sand to Tyr. All that was the Ridge, mixed in with the scent of the young stallion. The older draft wondered at what age did the natural pull to drive out sons start for others? As Tyr drew back into his own space, he never once recalled having it with any of his sons. Not in the Lagoon, surrounded by other stallions. And not here, surrounded by a mixture of all. Perhaps if he hadn’t started out with the bachelors, Tyr might have been different. But as it stood, his sons would always have a place here in the Ridge. Even the grown, lost sons that somehow saw him as an enemy.
“It’s been quiet so far.” He replied. “Which makes for a good day.” Tyr glanced back, and the pale coloring of Oswin among the vegetation had vanished. She had moved on from her grazing place, so he turned back to Typhoon and perked his ears. “Care to join me for a border patrol today?” He asked. “We’ll go along the sea side, and then touch along the Shore border.” Tyr knew Typhoon had been following him already, but there was no use sneaking when he was now invited along. “You’re old enough to begin learning the ways of a stallion.” Although it would be vastly different than how he had taught Vadim in the Lagoon’s confines.