The years since he left the Lagoon, but the memories still haunt him. Verrat often wonders what his life might have been like if he had went along with his father’s plan. If he grew from the silly boy he was into the stallion his father wanted him to be. Instead he had defied his father and went in a different direction. He refused to spread the hate his sire craved and instead focused on his own little family. He really felt his life had meaning with Ivanna at his side. Ties were cut with the rest of his family just for her. Verrat had even thought about finding a home somewhere else on the islands as a second. His life might have been so much happier in that path, but it was not what life had planned for him. Instead he was cast into darkness with only his daughter keeping him clawing at the light.
Life was quiet in the Peak, but the silence was torture. Ally has disappeared a while ago. She was the only mare he has connected with since Ivanna’s death. He also figures there was a child of theirs out there somewhere though he didn’t know where to look. Whispers in the Peak have started up again which makes him want to leave. Father was supposedly gone, but the Peak still talks of him. He was tired of everyone letting Cullen’s bad deeds control their lives. If he was gone then let him be gone! Verrat was afraid they might will him back with the negativity. Cullen feeds off that stuff like the trees give us breath. A sigh leaves stallion’s lips as he ventures around the island for the first time in a while. He never leaves Wytche alone, but she was older now.
It wasn’t that his daughter couldn’t care for herself like when she was little, but he was very worried what others might think of her. She was a little…different than most. He didn’t expect to stay gone long, but fresh air was needed. As the ivory stallion reaches the meadow it doesn’t take long for him to find them. ”Ally…” His voice trails off in a whisper as he watches the mare he once knew. They had bonded over their young children and that fact that she was the kind mare willing to help save his child’s life. No matter what really became of their relationship he would always have a deep care for the mare. Shock floods his face when he spots the small colt nearby. How old was he? He looks too old to be a newborn born this past spring so then he must be from last season. The season he had been with Ally.
His legs are moving before he could stop them. She would have seen him by now or he would have turned back, but the fact that this boy might be his…Verrat never got to know his first son. ”Is-is he mine?” He asks with wide eyes of blue staring at Aallotar. His movements stop a comfortable distance away just in case this wasn’t his blood. He didn’t want the mare to feel threatened by his arrival.
Verrat - Mutt - 7 - Dominate White - 15.2hh - Cullen x Lilithiya - The Peak's Trinket