i will take this world by storm Posted on November 5, 2025 at 07:56:29 PM by Luxor
The boredom and frustration that had been mounting all season crawled like bug beneath his fur. It chaffed and gnawed, needling at the young tobiano in much the same way a flea might, slowly driving him nuts. As of late, the Lagoon was quiet, or at least the places he'd been lingering in were. Finally, Luxor had gotten old enough to join the ranks, only for things to be maddeningly quiet. So, now instead of being able to follow the cues of older members on raids and hear their guidance (even if he hadn't planned on listening much any way-- rrules schmules), Luxor was out on the Crossing looking for his own thing to do.
Tipping his hoof downward, Luxor watched the front edge of it disappear into the muck as he wedged it beneath the seam of a shell. His white ears pricked forward, eyes locked on the turtles wriggling in the mud at his hooves. The seal bay, with a quick, upward thwp of his foot, wrenched the turtle from the mud, flipping it end-over-end into the air. He watched its legs flail almost apathetically, knowing it wouldn't be able to right itself without outside help. Boredom, it seemed, was hollowing out a cruelty within him.
Luxor watched the thing for a minute, ignoring the creature's squeaks of distress, before getting bored again. At which point, his hoof dipped once more below the side edge of the shell. The turtle thrashed its legs, its little claws scraping Luxor's hoof once and then twice before the male flipped it back into an upright position. A snort of derision left him before the tobiano finally moved on. A pleasant walk brought him the outer edges of the Falls' region where the river, flowing eastward from the belly of the waterfalls, met the salt of the ocean. Fine sand shifted in a wet grit beneath pale hooves as he passed through dunes crested with saltgrass.
This was pretty close to the most north the youngster wagered he could go unless he wanted to garner some kind of attention from the mares of the Peak. A small, boyishly angry piece of him wanted to do just that. The red tones in his mahogany eyes flared in the sunlight as he glared in the direction of the mountain. His mother Vogue had been won by the amazons some time ago. With her had gone his little brother Khorvaire. And Luxor thought his father Khyber seemed content to let it happen, as nothing had yet been done to retrieve the black colt.
Luxor lowered his eyes from the Peak and shook his head roughly. It was an angry movement, jerky enough to force a snort from his nostrils unbidden. His vision was jarred by the action, forcing his eyes closed, but, when he opened them again, Luxor saw a black and white form emerging from the shallows and onto the beach. Immediately, he froze. Instinct flared his nostrils, searching for a scent over the brine of the sea. White ears strained forward as the stallion watched the other horse collapse into the sand.
A panicked thought seized him: could it possibly be Khorvaire? Luxor spared a glance northward before surging forward. Tufts of salt grass whipped against his canons as the boy rushed down the beach. As he came nearer to the smaller figure, he squinted but could not tell what color the prone figure was. The paint reminded himself that this could be the other brother that had been taken: Kythri. He and Khorvaire were both paints, but the former would be buckskin instead of Khor's deep black. Regardless of which brother it might end up being, it would be a brother returned to him, and Luxor could live with that.
When his mahogany eyes took in the familiar golden bends of Kythri's markings, he called out to the other boy, who had shot upward in panic to run at the sound of his approach. "Whoa, little brother," Luxor laughed. Excitement thrilled through his veins at their reunion. Maybe they hadn't been super close before Kythri had been taken with his mom, but that could very well be different moving forward. He wanted that connection, wanted someone to stand at his side and be someone he could count on. "It's me alright."
He couldn't remember where the boy had gone. What stallion had fought for his mom. It had been largely irrelevant then. Luxor had had faith in his father then, that Khyber ( at least at some point) would go and fetch the boy. Him and Khorvaire. He was more jaded now that time had passed and Khyber had done nothing to retrieve his sons and little to hold onto his title. Luxor's faith in him was a brittle thing now. "I sure am glad to see you."
LUXOR
stallion . 2 yo . seal bay tobiano . saddlebred mutt . 15.2 hands
lagoon spawn associate