Standing there at a cross roads, Rutger feels his skin prickle. His father went up the peak and a few brothers followed. A mare went to the sea to escape. He was growing confused in more ways than one with this predicament. Licking his lips as a sense of familial blood tugs at his heart, Rutger groans. His green eyes snap shut for a moment as he tried to pull himself away from the one thing he really should not be doing. “Bad, bad Rutger.” He finally mutters before his hooves start chipping away with the rise to where he had seen others go.


Puffing with labored breaths, Rutger climbs and climbs, his ears tucking tight when the sound of his fathers scream echoes through his ears. That was not good, far from it really. Feeling his muscles burn but the need to move higher and faster, Rutger picks up into a trot that forces his legs into an extended motion, covering the ground with a quicker pace. He had to get there, now or never, and decide just what fate he would be subjected to.


Cresting the trail at the tail end of words, Rutger did not pick any of them up. Staring at Tyr, his nieces daughter, the rose mare, and then his brothers, Rutger is smacked with something hard in his breast. Two faces here were related to him. One directly and the other not. They were family, ones he turned his back on so long ago, but… they were family. Looking at the two brothers, Rutger could only name Khyber. The other stallion was not one he had ever met before and it irked him to see someone just creep out of the shadows like this stallion had in a sense.


Fear coursed hot and rabid through his blood, forcing his hand as he moved to stand between Bubbles and Tyr, his eyes latching onto his brothers as he shook his head. “Its not worth it, Khyber. He's old and the woman he loved is dead.” He had seen the corpse just vaguely, but he knew it was Oswin. Shaking his head, rutger pulled in a breath with his cocky nature locked away. “You can find someone better than this stallion for us brother. I will bring more for this one to be set free.” He was painting a target on Tyr, that much he knew. Yet, something deep down would not let his father be drug back to the Lagoon at his own hand.

Rutger

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stallion | 17.1hhs | gray blanket (red roan) | of the lost lagoon

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