Ah, the Lagoon.

Zenith arrived on the shoreline and examined the landscape with his impossibly blue eyes, marveling at just how much the place hadn’t changed. Of course there were a few less horses milling about, but that hardly surprised him either. Bachelors were a flaky bunch, which was why they often chose such a life. It was much easier to defer accountability to someone else and simply wander around doing precisely whatever one pleased without regard for consequences. The Akhal-Teke stallion was much too old, and he had seen too much to give a shit about consequences so it made perfect sense for him to choose this livelihood as he once did all those years ago.

It was a bonus that he had met another gorgeous, female example of his own breeding on his way in—and despite how completely emaciated he still looked from spending years on the brink of starvation in the desert, he still managed to convince her that following him was a good idea. I still got it, he thought to himself smugly.

He cast a glance over his shoulder, expecting Wolfmother to be along shortly. Looking onward into the jungle, he wondered if he actually had this place all to himself. If he did, well that made it easy—if not, he was fairly certain he was still capable of proving himself worthy of more esteem than anyone else.

Time would tell.

ZENITH
SLENDERMAN X BLACK HEART MACHINE