It didn’t take long for the welcome party to arrive in the form of one wayward grey stud. Zenith eyeballed his thick frame closely, watching his muscles push against the skin under his coat. He had seen quite a few horses like him before and in the desert, they were usually the ones who fell to the sand and became food for the vultures first. But of course, they were nowhere near his barren desert—and he didn’t need this other stallion’s company to know that fodder here was ample.

“I’m no stranger,” Zenith answered evenly, keeping his impulse for making snide remarks at bay until he could regain a bit more of his strength. He walked casually toward Fallo, brushing his bony frame against the other stallion’s shoulders as he passed. “But I take it you’ve been enjoying the good eats here for at least a little while,” he called behind him as he kept walking.

Fallo could easily follow him if Zenith had managed to pique his curiosity, or just leave him to his own devices if that suited him. Such was the way of the Lagoon. Everyone here mostly minded their own damn business unless they wanted something. If the grey stallion did decide to follow him, then Zenith knew precisely what he would do next.

ZENITH
SLENDERMAN X BLACK HEART MACHINE