While the honest and true are the worst of us.
”Mothers dead.”
“Well, yes. And your fathers an idiot.”
“No he isn't."
“Yes he is!”
A fight could be heard in the darkest reaches of the Lagoon. Hives slammed down on mud and squeals filled the once silent air. Hair was jerked, teeth pinched, gasps sounded, and pained grunts rang. Muscle torn, skin was removed, and blood stained the once brown water crimson. It wasn't a pretty battle, but it was one that had been building for ages. They had met many times, these two horses from a lineage tainted by muck. It was kind of diabolical to think about really. Both horses were related, closer than one would ever think in reality. Problem was, neither of them
knew they were related. They just knew the monster that ran the Lagoon and held two very different thoughts on the draft stallion named Garmr.
”You are a monster.”
“Never said I wasn't."
“Have you ever thought of anything else?”
“Why would I? It's much more fun to be this way.”
Again the sounds of a struggle filled the air, but this time there was choking. The water began to bubble and a pained sound filled the air instead of fighting grunts and groans. A laugh soon followed, its tone manic and lacking any true humor. Eyes of a green hue sparkled when the one who was fighting the hardest came into a patch of golden sunlight. A coat of red speckled with white glistened under the sun's brightness. A tail of red was held high as ears of a deep crimson perked forward. This horse held a name, but she never spoke it. Instead, her body was built like her fathers. It was tall, bulky, and more draft than anything else. It was almost like a copy and paste situation on build, but her coat color was a disgrace. She looked too much like her grandfather, a useless man of a horse. Her body was what she liked, but her coat color? If she had it her way, she would rip her own skin off and place someone else's upon her bleeding frame.
”You ready to leave yet?”
“No.”
At the no, the red roan mare moved more. Her hooves dug into pale flesh and her teeth snapped down upon an exposed ear. Her own body was starting to become littered in marks, but she wore them like a badge. With her blunted teeth upon the other horse's ear, she pulled back with a grunt leaving her lips. She could feel the skin tearing, taste the blood in her mouth. It drove her to an all new high. The way her heart raced suddenly, her mind locking in on the taste.
Oh it was a wonderful feeling. A smile pulled at the corner of her lips, but she never did get the change to deglove the ear. Instead, the floppy appendage was ripped out of her mouth with a piece of it staying in her jaws. Her eyes narrowed as that made itself obvious, but soon enough she spit it on the ground and lunged forward when the pale body of her “visitor” booked it through the bog and out into the commons. Stomping one foot, the mare that only a handful had seen snorted out a breath and turned around.
Moving through the dense set of trees a few days later, the mare let her head tilt to the side for a moment. Her emerald eyes scanned the star filled sky. Counting the white orbs every so often, she made a mental note of the one right above her. This star had been there every time the clouds were gone, just like the rest, but this one was bigger.
Rolling her shoulders and moving forward at a steady pace, Garmr’s daughter by the name of Canine strolled through the night darkened bog. Her thick legs pushed through mud until she was belly deep in slime coated water. Pushing through the winter chilled liquid, Canine headed a bit farther before her hooves hit a bit more solid ground. Pulling her weight forward once she hit that stone, the mare hauled herself out of the water before shaking her whole body out. Blinking her eyes, she snorted as she stood there. Water dripped off of her frame, but nothing else made a sound once her snort ended. She was hunting for something, but lord only knew what.
Shaking her frame a second time, the red roan mare set her sights farther inland. Pulling in a breath, she caught the scent of one equine and finally decided to head that way. Prowling through the Lagoon with the one she would bother in her sights, Canine let her body shift through the vines before she tilted her head to the side and stalked around her fathers bulky frame.
“Father dearest…” She rumbled, her voice deep and low. Her emerald eyes took him in, but she did not move forward to snap at him like she would have anyone else.
“When can I… go forth and do the objective?” The second part of that sentence was a whisper, making sure only his brown clad ears could hear. She was smart, wickedly so, and her blood was roaring with the prospect of actually getting to go
do something.
CANINE
mare | 16.2hhs | red roan | daughter of the lagoon
