Wechuge
That everyone gets wrong.
Both of them spoke and it made the blood bay stallion wish that he could face palm. His head shook before a deep groan escaped his lungs. Letting them get it all out of the way with a clearly bored expression, the draft male waited. It took longer than he would honestly like, but soon enough the younger stallion was stomping his hoof and telling Wechuge to let the woman go. Sadly, that was a foolish idea and had Wechuge turning his head to look at the mare a bit more closely. It might not be right now that he could go for her, but in the future… her fate was probably already written for a bad path now that the cryptid had his sights upon her.
Turning back to the stallion, Wechuge just chuckled darkly. “I had planned to… but now you set her in my sights and I might be having fun at a later date.” Raising a pale brow then, the stallion nodded his head towards the Lagoon. “Get a move on youngun. You might wanna keep your mouth shut from here on out before you set up others to deal with me.” After his words were over, Wechuge set his sights back on the mare for a small moment. She was pretty, but currently he would crush her and it probably would not be an accident. “You should run now little swan. Others would come for you if they saw you.” With that, Wechuge finally turned away for the last time and began to walk towards the Lagoon.
Stallion ─ 18.0 hands ─ Bay (Blood) Tovero (Tobiano/Overo) ─ Cryptid of the Lagoon