halchon
sometimes quiet is violent
He was haunted, something he had long since established and accepted. Recently, it had become especially bad, and the ghosts living in his memory were wracking constant havoc on his brain. It always used to get worse when he visited the common lands (the Forest, the Meadow, the Field) and right now was no different. The 'Hunting Grounds,' as they had so affectionately been referred to by his father. Not all of the ghosts had been from these places, but the herdless were less likely to be missed. More often than not, Halchon would be in charge of venturing into these lands to choose and determine the fate of the wanderers that resided here.
Today, however, he was here of his own accord. For seven years he had sat idle and conflicted, until the rumble that shook the earth and sent Pangea spiraling into the sea had woken him. That night he had risen and left the side of his father. Curiosity overcame him, and he was uncharacteristically eager to see what had become of the world since he had removed himself from it so long ago.
It was…quieter…than he remembered; the inhabitants active but reserved. Halchon chuckled lowly to himself, it would be more difficult to hunt now, if Raelynx returned to his old ways.
Good.
He had never truly relished in the torture as his father did, something that he had never admitted, even to himself. He was his father’s son, after all. He was supposed to enjoy it. There had to be something wrong with him if he didn’t.
The pain inflicted on him, that which he inflicted, the never ending stream of mares in and out of the Cove. He was expected to love it, to take pride in his work.
As his eyes roamed the familiar Forest, he could not help but asses and evaluate the oblivious strangers that surround him. Old habits die hard, he supposes, and his gray eyes track a filly that was weaving her way through the trees.
Alone.
She looked like would grow up to be pretty, she was without supervision, and she was substantially smaller than him. She made an easy and ideal target, and it would not be difficult to coax her to return with him.
Halchon cleared his thoughts with a low snort, and swung his powerful body around before walking decisively in the opposite direction.