Not quite a stallion; not quite a colt, Caine only had two more seasons before he was considered a true stallion. But the feelings were still there. Growing, festering like a disease under the surface that he couldn’t quite explain. The aggression, the possession, among other things that ruled most of his day. Of course he could not express them. What would father do to him if he decided to maul his sister just because he wanted to bite something a little too roughly? Already he had decided the Lagoon was for him, he just had to wait a little while longer.


But that didn’t mean he had to be bored while he waited.


Slipping into the chilly waters that surrounded Tinuvel much like he did before, Caine had a much different destination in mind. He had met her on his adventures before to the Crossing; the red draft filly who had cured him of his ailment. Whether that be boredom or this disease growing inside him, he wasn’t sure which to name, but both had inconvenienced him less in her presence.


Climbing onto the shore of Luthien, he paused and shook himself off. The moon outlined him and the edge of the colorful trees, but it seemed like nothing but utter darkness that awaited him further inside. The Forest; he recognized the scent she had carried that night and was smug that he had found it so easily on his first try. Now, only if he could find her just as easily WITHOUT being caught by her parents or herd.


CAINE