I wanna chain you up, I wanna tie you down

Let the stars be your guide. His grandmother’s voice echoed against the inside of his skull. Fierce, she had always had a soft spot for the night. Perhaps it was how it enveloped her like a cloak, shielding her from the world, or maybe it was that it was rare she stumbled upon company. Owdeht had never explained her love for the stars and moon, although there were a lot of things she did not explain. Orkaan heaved a great sigh as his amber eyes pierced the cloud above his home. Drinking in the image and committing it to memory. The Inlet was HIS. He was finally home.

Auds twitched as he listened to the wind. There seemed to be little activity for the time being. No raiding stallions nor predators. His only visitor thus far had been the neighboring Queen. And what a lovely queen indeed, the tobiano male thought with a devilish grin. Not only could he respect her, he found her figure appealing. Light like the snow, eyes of intelligence. Were these things not of the utmost importance when someone does not believe in love? Honor. Respect. And looks. Orkaan chuckled to himself, sure that Owdeht would be proud. His mother however, had tried to rid him of the ideas that her mother had instilled in his young heart.

Love is for the foolish. I was foolish twice in my life zoon. Nooit meer. [translated: Son. Never again.] Never did she speak of the first love, claiming it was the height of her idiocy. Het Vuur however, she was willing to discuss. At times he wondered if it was because she still loved the mysterious brute and wished to recall his memory. Of course she claimed she held no lingering feelings of attachment after they left the islands. She claimed that she had banished the longings of her heart when it was clear he was not returning for her. At times, Orkaan would remind her of how she had insisted he would return, and insisted on staying at the Arch to which she would shake her head and tell him he did not understand.

Repeat it, love is foolish. Fiery eyes shone with determination. He would not fall prey as everyone else he knew had. Love is foolish. What would he gain except to give power over himself to another? Love is foolish. If he ever fell in love, he would have to consider the possibility that he had gone insane… Right?

Orkaan shook out his mane, though an image flashed through his mind. A mare. Beautiful as the ice across the water in the dead of winter yet so alive she was a burning sun. The man pawed the ground and rolled his eyes to himself. Remember the difference between lust, that is all this is.