MY OWN FAULT.

Standing in the shade of a large twisting set of trees, Rutger let his head hang and ears fall to the side. His feathered legs ached a bit from the big waters, but he just shoved that aside. His green gaze was heavily hooded as an afternoon nap began to take over his body, begging the stallion that rarely slept to just dream.


Having been bombarded by nightmares of screams and pain, Rutger barely managed to sleep. He remembered vividly the bright buckskin piece of fur that Lucifer brought down to the bog and the scent of his niece mixed into the child's own fur. It sent his heart racing, begging the question as to why he had helped save his “fellow brother”. He regretted that day whole heartedly, but there was nothing the greying stallion could do about it.


Feeling his mind begin to ease, Rutger begged for peace when the sound of movement behind him had an ear flicking back. Snapping open his eyelids and twisting his frame, the son of Tyr grunted as his body twisted away from the mouthy colt. Grinding his teeth with a snort escaping his nostrils, Rutger gave a faint squeal as the child's teeth latched onto his shoulder in a snapping bite. Returning the favor, the stallion aimed a soft, but sturdy nip at the lagoon child with his eyes showing a hard edge, letting the child know hopefully worse would come if he attacked again.