Muscles rolled under thick skin. Eyes of blue narrowed upon the spotted mare as all three horses landed back in the lagoon. Black ears flicked back, their curved form hidden in onyx colored mane. Enigma felt his lips twitch, a grin curling against his yellowed teeth as he shot a sharp and knowing look towards Thranduil. They hadn't spoken before this day, but it wasn't as if Enigma hadn't been paying attention.


Slowly turning back to the mare than Enigma would never name, the stallion rolled his eyes with a snort. “Best to stick around.” Was what he tumbled, his voice deep as he shook out his thick frame. He wasn't as unpredictable as his son, but the black and white monster did have the darkness in spades. Tilting his head to the side however, the stallion hummed faintly as his lips twitched. The two tones black and white muscle flicked at the air, as if his nose itched.


“I think a little cage for a wayward rat would be a good start.” Enigma hadn't brought this mare here, but his one ear flicked to the stallion that had. A questioning look took over his face as he flicked one eye at the other lagoon stallion. “What do ya say Thranduil….. a cage of bronze and blood for a wayward beasty?”