His youth was spent watching others. His mother had given him that loving touch and guidance, but living in the Lagoon had quickly corrupted his mind. He saw the way his father acted, how mother was afraid of him (even warning him not to get too close), and how the other lagoonies treated each other. He grew up with that sense of brotherhood as he grew next to hisnhakf brother Peyote, Garmr, and his full-blooded brother Warg. He wanted to teach young Warg everything the Lagoon had taught him that mother would not. How to fight and how to win. How to steal.
Being the white ghost he was mostly invisible, but finally he was feeling seen. He had brought the news of Nahawi's death to his Boss and now he fully intended to bring the boys home a prize. He wouldn't complain if she decided she liked him over the rest either. We'll see what happens.
A large grin stays pasted on his lips as he gallops from the Lagoon to the commons. Luckily it was close and easy for the Lagoon to pluck unsuspecting victims to bring home. Excited flowed through his veins as he takes the treeline. This is when he sees her. He would know her anywhere. Mismatched eyes and spotted coat, she was easy to recognize. He calls to her as he swiftly approaches as if he was being chased by something.
"Good to see you again," He says with labored breaths as he slows and pulls close to her. A single claiming nip and placed on her shoulder. "This is the perfect opportunity to take you home and talk about what happened in the Shore." His eyes gleam with his mischievous nature. "If you think Nahawi was a nice stallion I have other news for you darling." He had an idea. Nahawi may be dead, but that didn't mean he couldn't tarnish his name further.
mutt - 15 hh - smokey cream champagne dun overo - sinner of psychedelic & vána – lagoon
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