Notions of revenge flashed through his mind as Panzer crashed through the shallows of the ocean, waves smashing against his large frame, pushing back against his onslaught. How sweet it would be to watch his mother’s life fade from her eyes like the day’s last light. He imagined all the ways in which he could end her, from pressing his large hoof against her skull until it burst like a ripe fruit, to watching her body rip to pieces as it tumbled down a rocky cliff.

Suddenly, a voice rang out—challenging his path and rooting his mind back from his delightful, violent fantasies. The bay roan draft’s thick neck twisted toward the source, a red stallion with short legs and a determined look in his eyes.

He glared as he chuckled at him, unsure what was so amusing about having a fight. Panzer was only doing what he knew; he had few other ways of expressing himself or for allowing the release of the malcontent that was woven in between every muscle fiber in his thick frame. He flicked his dark tail and grunted as this new stallion proclaimed he had an idea, returning to his original task of stomping through the waves to Tinuvel. If he wanted to join him and continue to fill the salt air with words that would go unanswered, fine. Panzer hardly cared about anyone else’s ideas, but he wasn’t about to stop him. After all, the suckerfish could still sometimes be of use to the shark.


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