MY OWN FAULT.

That had been… disappointing. Staring at the corpse with a heavy sigh, Rutger shook his head before moving away from the fallen Lagoon General. His long tail flicked against his ankles before he just moved on entirely. His red and white body that was growing more and more grey as the years went by spoke of him becoming more white than red in his later years. His green eyes held a tiredness that spoke of a life with nothing to show for it. He had been a silent part of the lagoon and just working around what he had to and training, but Rutger had not been doing anything else.


Humming under his breath, Rutger moved around the edge of the bog with his head higher than usual. His ears were perked forward as he listened to the sounds around him while also avoiding one body surprisingly well so far. With Tyr in the Lagoon, Rutger had been avoiding his father like the plague. He did not need to see dear ol’ dad while he was here doing god knows what. Rutger was not as rough as the rest, but he certainly was not a good stallion either. Rolling his eyes at his internal monologue though, Rutger snorted and just headed further into the Lagoon with his tail lashing at his hocks against the cold winter chill.