Wechuge
That everyone gets wrong.
There was one good thing about this “new” decree in the Lagoon. It let the bastards still do what Garmr had in place before but with a hint more incentive. Wechuge liked it… and boy oh boy was he going to use it to his advantage. He might not be able to win battles easily just yet, buuuuut… Wechuge knew where to poke for fresh blood when time arose.
Hence why, once again, Wechuge found himself roaming through the Commons. He could hear others talking in the distance and scent them on the wind. Fall was strong with its grip firmly planted on the earth's soil. It was mind boggling to him, but the stallion found himself not entirely bothered by it? Yeah he felt the urges, but like a small percentage of stallions, he didn't grow more aggressive or nasty. He remained himself… which was a whole other problem.
Catching a certain scent on the wind, the crimson marked bay tovero stallion turned his head. Off in the distance, he noticed a certain someone. His lips peeled away to give a full fanged smile, realizing exactly who was over there. Funny how she returned this time of year instead of waiting for a better season. At least, or so he claimed, Wechuge had enough control over himself to slowly walk over with a lazy expression upon his face instead of one filled with glee. He was a prick that way.
When he got close enough to the mare that seemed to be moving at a dancing pace for his words to cross the distance, the stallion's deep rumble echoed in the air. “My… what a pretty swan.” Raising a brow, the patchwork stallion slowly tilted his head. “May I finally know the name of the lady that had the too big for his boots trying to protect her?” Wechuge… was a jerk. It was the easiest description to give him. However, with his head tilted slightly and his attention solely upon the mare, one couldn't say he was affected. She was gorgeous and her springy step captured his attention. Add on the way the young male from before had acted, you got yourself a concoction that Wechuge just couldn't ignore.
Stallion ─ 18.0 hands ─ Bay (Blood) Tovero (Tobiano/Overo) ─ Cryptid of the Lagoon