Wechuge

That everyone gets wrong.

And insert the word ew into everything this stallion was giving off. The vibes were totally not on par, but Wechuge hid the way he felt about it. Keeping his face steady in the look he held when he had ended speaking, he listened before a snort escaped his nostrils and the blue of his eyes vanished for a moment as he rolled them. If he had it his way, the man before him would be the one getting punished. Acting like a child having lost a sucker all because of someone else certainly wasn't something he had figured would live in the Lagoon.

“Punishment is futile if you think about it.” Wechuge rumbled, his own body giving the equivalent of a woman inspecting her nails due to how he shifted it. Letting the silence hold them for a while, he finally shrugged. “Yeah, I did.” He didn't say anything else though on that subject as he raised a brow and tilted his head faintly. Inspecting Tattoo for a moment, Wechuge slowly made a list of things he could “hypothetically” do in the future.

Moving slowly, Wechuge let his large frame circle Tattoo like a puma ready to strike. “You'd be doing yourself a disservice dishing out punishment of any form until you're in a higher position.” He began. With each step of his large hooves, the patchwork stallion let himself slowly prowl. “Get that position ya know? Absorb it. Use it. Once you have it? That's when you strike.” The demonic chuckle that left his lips matched the crazy light in his eyes. “Do what I've heard whispers about.” He muttered, his head closer than before towards Tattoo’s ear. “Maybe find the one that used to live here that challenged someone season after season until they broke.” With those words, Wechuge grinned darkly before turning and beginning to walk away.

“Look towards Salem… that's where the rumors have that one living.”

Stallion ─ 18.0 hands ─ Bay (Blood) Tovero (Tobiano/Overo) ─ Cryptid of the Lagoon