I wanna chain you up, I wanna tie you down

Icy cold winds beat against the black tobiano’s chest, echoing like his heartbeat throughout his interior. To some this might be uncomfortable, to Orkaan it felt like home. It had been so long since he had last seen the Tinuviel or felt the fresh powder layers of snow beneath his large hooves. If he hadn’t cared so much about appearance and it’s upkeep he might have romped through it like a newborn colt. Instead, his expression was unreadable, the only sign of excitement in his fiery, amber eyes. I will never understand why we left here. He mulled to himself as his memory flashed to his mother. Sterkte had been a whirlwind. Powerful. A warrior hungry to prove herself. His grandmother had been powerful in a different sense of the word, wise and sharp tongued. The stallion had only been a yearling when they abandon the islands, Sterkte pulling Owdeht along behind her much against the older mare’s wishes. The images sat clear and sharp in his memory.

”Mother, he’s not coming back.” Sterkte urged the other Friesian, nudging her toward the chilly ocean of their home. “You must come with us. I can protect you.” As much as Sterkte had loved and respected her father, she had no idea what had become of him and she refused to lose her mother as well. Orkaan cocked his head, unsure who’s side to take.

“I do not need protecting.” Owdeht’s voice remained cool and disconnected.

His mother glanced at him helplessly, a very uncommon look upon her stubborn face. Obviously he was supposed to persuade his grandmother somehow, but what could he say that Sterkte could not? Snorting, the young colt pawed at the ground impatiently, his mind working in circles to come up with a better arguement. “You still have so much to teach me,” he offered and watched in surprise as Owdeht’s face softened. So began his training in manipulation.

“Very well.”

Shaking the flakes from his long mane, Orkaan nudged the memory away. Had they been right to leave? His mother had gotten everything she wanted in doing so but at what cost? THIS was where he belonged. THIS was his legacy, and he would make sure everyone knew it. As he trotted along the borders of the land he came across the scent of a female. Someone new and likely to be intriguing. Her bellowing reached his ears shortly after, forcing a chuckle from his maw. Who did she think she was? Walking into his territory and making such a racket? Of course, he could respect a strong warrior of any sex. His mother and grandmother had made sure of that. Very well, if it’s an audience she wants, an audience she shall get.

Orkaan kept up a steady pace, unwilling to rush as he made his way toward the cream colored femme. ”It appears I have my first visitor.” A smile twisted across his lips as he observed her. Friend of foe? ”The name is Orkaan. And yours? Hurricane. That was what his mother had named him for and when the anger got to his head, he certainly lived up to it.