The silence was unnerving, as Tyr stood among the palms and jungle vegetation. Not even the noisy birds were making their ruckus, and the wind seemed to be holding its breath. The giant stallion wondered if a big cat was nearby. Sometimes when he would come across their scent still fresh on the air, the same sort of silence hung over the territory then too. But he was close to the Shore border, and he wondered if the grey beast holding the crown there would elect such a response as well? Atlantis seemed to be growing more hostile by the season, but even with such burdens, Tyr never felt as it reached the same level he faced in the Lagoon. Only that he didn’t have several brothers watching for him to fail. Just Oswin, making sure he succeeded.


Tyr blew out a heavy breath, the sound seeming louder than it normally was before he took careful steps and moved on. Picking his way through the vines and fronds, trying not to create any more noise than necessary. Power filled his thick legs lined with muscle, but it did him little good in such a dense area where it was hard to move his large body. A smaller horse, like Oswin or Faolain, would certainly find it easier to patrol this part of the territory. But he asked neither, knowing that so long as he ruled here, it would remain his responsibility.


As Tyr left behind the border between the Ridge and the Shore for the border with the Harbor, he found conflicting scents wafting from his neighbor. He recognized them in a way that the same scents had been there before, but not to a face or name. With enemies growing on Atlantis, the large stallion decided it was best to not create a third. Soon, he would make a trip across the border and see how well his rusty political skills were.