Tyr could hardly believe it when Oswin truly came to him. That her legs splashed in the water, and that the mud clung to them, rather than floating over it like a dream. That her warmth pressed into him when she finally made it to his side, and that her scent wasn’t a figment of his imagination. “Oswin…” Although he had already said her name once in question, he couldn’t help but say it again, relief and happiness filling his deep rumbling tone this time.


The large stallion tucked his face against the mighty little mare, as if he were trying to hide away from the things he had bore witness to since being here. “I have no doubt that you could.” he said after a time, and pulled away so that he could meet her gaze. “There is a sickness here in the Lagoon.” Tyr said with a heavy frown, concern clouding his gaze. “There has always been unrest in the bachelors…. But this is different.” Hot blooded young stallions causing havoc was one thing, but the things he had seen since being here was another.


“It’s my fault.” Tyr whispered, reaching forward to try and brush his lips against the curve of Oswin’s neck. Wanting the gentle touch and affection before he would have to be without it again. “The Boss is my son.”


To claim the vile beast that had rose in the ranks of men was not an honor. Perhaps if it had been Vadim, the son he had hoped to carry on his newer way of thinking, then Tyr could claim he was truly proud. Instead, all the worst parts of Tyr and then some had been the one to grow in power. “It’s time for you to go back to the Peak.” Tyr wished he could run away to the Prairie with Oswin. To enjoy their days in the sweeping golden grass without a care left aside from one another. “And someday soon, I will meet you there.” The golden stallion promised.