Zenith had always been a decent fighter, and under other conditions he was not afraid to make the first move and escalate a tense situation if he deemed that sort of response appropriate. This was not one of those situations however, and usually the silver black stallion could mitigate a threat simply with clever tricks of the tongue. He always viewed such cunning as his most valuable weapon.

Fallo shared his name and the current state of the Lagoon—weak—that frankly didn’t surprise the Akhal-Teke. Even when he had led this miserable band of misfits all those years ago they were weak. No single stallion could make the Lagoon anything other than what it was—a ragtag band of studs with nowhere else to go.

“Zenith,” he replied curtly, continuing his walk down the trail, his narrow hips rocking back and forth like a pendulum. He reached the clearing with tufts of grass so thick that he could have disappeared if he lay down in it.

“So tell me Fallo,” he continued in between taking huge bites of the dense vegetation between his feet, “what exactly are you doing here beyond sustaining yourself?”

While he had the other stallion’s attention he intended to learn as much as he could so he could properly assess what to do next.

ZENITH
SLENDERMAN X BLACK HEART MACHINE