fenris

Like a leviathan, he rose from the sea. Saltwater streamed from his dark coat to soak the earth, and vapor curled from his nostrils with every breath. It was colder here than it had been on the Crossing; he could feel the wind to his very bones, but it was not enough to deter him. Felony had told him that his mother gad been found on Tinuvel, and Fenris did not doubt that she had would have returned here after her release. Horses were creatures of comfort, their actions easy to predict.

Like him.

Crossing the beach at a brisk trot, the dark bay began to climb the ridge that would lead him inland. Wolves howled far off in the distance, but Fenris was unaffected by the sound. He had been barely a year old when he made his first kill, completing the circle of life by crushing the skull of one of the very same wolves who had tried to consume him as a newborn child. But it was not vengeance, not truly. Though he despised carnivores of any kind, Fenris understood that the wolves had only been trying - as he had been - to survive. No, the blame for the ruin of his face rested solely with Morrigan - his mother.

Stealth was not the young stallion's style - he made no attempt to hide himself as he intruded in another man's home. Though Fenris had been raised in shadow, he had been born in blood and battle. He lived for the fire of adrenaline that warmed his body from within, and had learned in his youth to face a foe head-on. Cut off the head of a snake, and it could not bite. If this stallion would shelter a killer, then he deserved to share her fate. And if he stood aside, then no harm would need come to him or his. Even Morrigan would be spared, if she accepted the price of his pain. An eye for an eye. That was all Fenris asked, and all that he would take.

Death, after all, was more merciful than life.

Judging from scent and sound that the herd must be concealed nearby, the dark stallion drew to a halt, and called out to the Inlet's king. Everything from the way he stood to the single sound he uttered was carefully cultivated - to a stranger, Fenris would appear docile; dutiful. A courier come to pass along a message. Beneath the deceptive calm of his expression, however, a storm of emotion howled, and hurled itself at the forest of his thoughts.

colt / yearling / dark bay / friesian mix / 16 hh