Meadow

A lot going on in the Lagoon and he needed to figure out a way to demand the respect of his men. There was a time his young eyes looked up to the adults and soaked in all the bad attitudes. He was so young when he first met Felony, the stallion he aspired to be. He remembers vividly how the stallion shooed him away and called him out for being a child. Most of the Lagoon stallions were not nice. They stole, they raped, and they named called. The mares that truly lived in the Lagoon had a tongue to match theirs, but they were slaves to their stallions. They were trinkets just as they should be. This was the world he tried to recreate.

The stories of Thane fueled his fire of the Lagoon stallions even greater. He had built up his herd once then lost it all because life got too messy. He became too weak to defend them all because he nearly lost his life to the very stallion that killed his idol. It was due time he gained them all back and he was tried to waiting to see how successful Fearghas would be with the Peak. He doubted much would come from their transaction and the young stallion had poked his Boss one too many times. Now he threatens to overthrow him. Cullen will make him pay.

He treads lightly around the meadow as he thinks, every now and again stomping a hoof. The only time he stops is when he comes across an ebony stallion painted with white splotches and silver hair. He was a larger stallion than he was, but Cullen still approaches with confidence. ”You look up to no good,” he says with a smirk. He wasn’t sure why there was this invisible pull to this male, but he was curious to know why. Why did he have to talk to him? Perhaps this could be the next stallion he needed to win the vote.



Cullen - Mutt - 17 - Palomino Min. Overo - 15.2hh - Lagoon Boss