castillon of the prairie.

“I am not trying to change the Lagoon,” he ground out at her, tone somewhat heating from the way it’d calmed and sighed just a few moments before. He did not bother to say any more. It was clear Hirka had made up her mind and chosen jealousy over trust.

Castillon had no intention of having a family that behaved that way. He would not be the cowardice fool his father was who let himself have mares who hated one another, who kept their children isolated because of their petty, unspoken feelings. If it made him unliked, that was just as well. Castillon had every intention to prove he was not only his father’s son.

He was his mother’s, too.

“Believe whatever you want, Hirka,” he spat, not having the emotional maturity to keep his rising anger from getting the better of him, brown eyes flashing dark before he turned away with a snap of his tail. "I'll see you in winter if you decide to stay." He wanted to ask her to, to tell her he was sorry but couldn't she just understand? He wanted to see the state of everything for himself. To understand by walking right into the belly of the beast, as it was. At the moment he only had guesses as to why Garmr kept coming for him. He needed to know.

Castillon watched Hirka stride away and sighed. He caught his breath, anger now gone and replaced only by a bit of bitter sadness (that occasionally echoed some irritation) as he sought out their daughter. He feared she would be just as upset with him as her mother was. When he came home in mid-winter... would he not only find that his stubborn decision lost him Hirka and their daughter as well?

whoever makes my baby cry is gonna lose some teeth tonight
stallion ∙ mutt ∙ zevulun x riesling ∙ buckskin snowcap ∙ 15.3 hands