Falls
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on June 8, 2026 at 10:59:40 PM by Tribulation
Tribulation cared about very little these days. Brotherhood, schmotherhood. None of the stallions who claimed the Lagoon as their home were doing much to prove it, much less be willing to team up and cause general mischief for the islands at large. A lush, quiet spring had made them fat and lazy from what the grullo could see, and it vexed him.
It didn't help his mood that Morgana had taken to keeping herself (and their son Talon) scarce. Truthfully, he wasn't even sure they were still in the Lagoon most of the time. He knew his daughter Temperance wasn't. His red daughter had been foisted upon him by her dam; so it should have been a relief to not have her well-being on his mind all the time. (He's never claimed to be a decent father.) Though recently in the full throes of petulant boredom, Tribulation had been thinking of her... and the boy.
The curiosity about his children on the other islands finally pricked him enough to think about looking for them. The Lagoon's slumber flung open the door for him to finally act on it. He remembered seeing the colt many moons ago. Tribulation had snuck into the Arch and laid eyes on his son with Ice, Blizzard's sister. He didn't stick around long enough to find the white mare though.
The overo male had only just left the Lagoon earlier that day, stopping in the Falls for a respite when he noticed a figure in the shallows of the primary pool. At first, he saw fit to ignore them and focused entirely on taking a long, much needed drink of the cool water. They were still standing out in the water, face uplifted into the descending mist, when Tribulation finished. Something in the shape of their markings made him pause.
Narrowing his eyes some in thought, the grullo decided to act. He approached, as casually as one could. Walked straight into the water until they were practically side by side. A snort fluttered roughly through his nose, vibrating the pale skin of the stallion's nostrils. "Seems like a good idea," the painted Mustang remarked. "Is it cooling you off much?"
It didn't help his mood that Morgana had taken to keeping herself (and their son Talon) scarce. Truthfully, he wasn't even sure they were still in the Lagoon most of the time. He knew his daughter Temperance wasn't. His red daughter had been foisted upon him by her dam; so it should have been a relief to not have her well-being on his mind all the time. (He's never claimed to be a decent father.) Though recently in the full throes of petulant boredom, Tribulation had been thinking of her... and the boy.
The curiosity about his children on the other islands finally pricked him enough to think about looking for them. The Lagoon's slumber flung open the door for him to finally act on it. He remembered seeing the colt many moons ago. Tribulation had snuck into the Arch and laid eyes on his son with Ice, Blizzard's sister. He didn't stick around long enough to find the white mare though.
The overo male had only just left the Lagoon earlier that day, stopping in the Falls for a respite when he noticed a figure in the shallows of the primary pool. At first, he saw fit to ignore them and focused entirely on taking a long, much needed drink of the cool water. They were still standing out in the water, face uplifted into the descending mist, when Tribulation finished. Something in the shape of their markings made him pause.
Narrowing his eyes some in thought, the grullo decided to act. He approached, as casually as one could. Walked straight into the water until they were practically side by side. A snort fluttered roughly through his nose, vibrating the pale skin of the stallion's nostrils. "Seems like a good idea," the painted Mustang remarked. "Is it cooling you off much?"
Tribulation
stallion -- grullo tovero -- 16 hands -- lagoon associate -- brother of Martyr & Emerson