Oh brother, you are getting way over your head with this one. The voice whispers. Jaxon, pins his heavy ears into his mess of dreadlocks. "Damn' it, wha' are yo' goin' on abou'?" He growls. He was growing weary of the voice's constant chitter chatter. It seems to him as if the voice needs to interject it's opinion whenever it felt the urge to. He sighs heavily. He takes notice of the fog as it rolls from the water's edge, creating a thick cover around the sooty stallion. For a moment he stands idle at the water's edge, just as the pinkish orange rays of dawn touch the tops of the trees.

Jaxon pivots from the water's edge and makes his way back to where he had left Anne, he did not yet feel comfortable leaving her alone, she was after all bearing his child. He has watched with each day, week, and month pass and her belly swells. Your child will be just like us. The voice chuckles. Jaxon cringes as the thought crosses his mind. How could he expect his child to be anything like him? How could he even begin to explain the horrible things of his past? He shakes his thick head back and forth. No. They would not find out, neither Anne nor their child.

Dark eyes scan the shadows, relief floods him as he finds her just as he had left her. He steps carefully as not to disturb her, if she wasn't already aware of his absence. He stands just a few feet from her, his dark eyes roam her body. He had not ment to take such a liking to her, no... she was. She is a PAWN! The voice yells. Jaxon flinches, as the voice echoes in his skull. "No, she is more than that." He argues, his voice barely audible even to his own ears.