His anger was a dark cloud, wrapping itself around the painted stallion’s scarred flesh like a cloak. Even the shadows seemed to darken in his presence, while his lupine yellow eyes glowed with hatred. The quietness that surrounded him should have been peaceful, but Felony found it nearly deafening. Only by the familiar sound of a long lost brother’s call stirred the stallion from his chaotic thoughts, his crown raising and his ears flicking forward from his tussled dark mane. Should he have only been waking, Felony would have questioned whether he was dreaming or not. But this was indeed reality, and he would not ignore the summoning.


Each step was harder than the last as Felony made his way through the Lagoon. His front leg that had been hurt so long ago was filled with arthritis, and could no longer bare weight, making the stallion’s head pitch with every lame stride. But with the mindset that pain was only an emotion, he ignored it and pressed on until he spotted the two golden stallions ahead. As he joined their small gathering, Felony faced Rade, letting his black trimmed ears fall back into his unkept locks as his gaze burned into him.


“You put faith in what you did not do yourself.” Felony growled in greeting, age causing his already gruff voice to sound as lupine as his gaze. Grey hair had sprouted along his face, down his forehead like a blaze, but it had done nothing to dim the intelligence of his eyes. “Why don’t you answer to where the hell you’ve been before making demands of those you left behind.” His ashen lips snarled out, though did not entirely mean Fiero.