Rutger

Not until life chose my path.

Listening with his attention fully at Khyber’s feet, Rutger didn't move a muscle. His mind slowly chewed over what he could say, but he didn't speak any of it until after Khyber was officially finished speaking. One could say Rutger was stupid and selfish, but the greying male didn't exactly see it that way. It was different of course for everyone else, but he held himself to a small set of standards.

“Did he know you did that?” Raising a brow, Rutger eyed Khyber. “Was he a brother here when you let that mare go or is he newer than your past actions?” Rutger didn't know how long Wechuge had been here, but you couldn't know everything if you weren't in the bog when it happened. Life went on. New blood joined the ranks. Old blood left. It was a cycle that many seemed to forget.

Humming faintly, Rutger looked away for a moment. “To answer that, my reasoning is incentive.” Facing Khyber again, the son of Tyr tilted his head. “I am not above my own decree. If I act like Abraxas or anyone else and take a mare without a brother or have foals, I must use them in any way that suits the Lagoon.” Rutger was a bastard in that fact. “Say right now I went and claimed a mare or had a foal. If I didn't meet the criteria before the foal was two or have a stallion here at the ready to counter act the obstacle, I'd be using them for leverage.”

Falling silent again, Rutger licked his lips. “And it's fillies more specifically. However, we can't have everyone knowing the loop hole aye?” At that, Rutger fell silent. For every filly born is when he would barter them if they were two and still here. The colts? They would be brothers unless they escaped or were won in battle. It would take a few things that caused the lagoon issues out of the equation.

Stallion ─ 17.1 hands ─ Grey Blanket (Red Roan) ─ Monster