Ridge

The young stallion was growing fast with muscles already forming without much effort. No doubt this was a trait from his parentage as both his parents had not been the smallest of horses. It was just a pity the work his mother had attempted with him in the Peak had all washed down the drain once his father got ahold of him. His time with his parents had been short lived on both accounts, but he had been with them long enough to survive into adulthood. Mother nourished him and father taught him how be become a stallion.

His time in the Lagoon had been extra short, but after his father's gruesome murder Cullen thought it was best to send him away. The stallion could have taken him and molded him himself, but he also knew a colt might try to avenge his father too early. There was no way he could defeat a stallion as advanced as Tyr as he was. Besides, Cullen had different plans for young Penny.

He was a messenger.

The tall buckskin reaches Atlantis for the first time. It looked exactly how Cullen had described it, but he still wasn't sure if he was in the right place. Still he calls out into the darkening land ahead to see who might appear from the growing shadows. Had it really taken him all day to swim here?