B O N D U R A N T
If it wasn’t one thing it was another. Summer was in full form and though the shade offered by the trees offered some respite, Bondurant found himself traveling to the edge of the terrain to the sparse beach. The ocean waters were cool and when no one was within sight he even indulged himself in a roll. No one could ever know about that though. Half submerged he lay in the salty waters when he saw another form on the horizon. Immediately his muscles tensed and it attempted to extract himself from the wet sands hold. Being upwind he had no idea who this intruder was or what they wanted, but they disappeared into the tree line before he could stop them. He snorted angrily, pushing onto his feet and breaking into a hard canter in the direction the buckskin figure had vanished.
His mind raced with the possibilities that this was some stranger come to invade his home or terrorize the few mares who resided here. Expertly he wove through the trees, dodging the roots and limbs that stuck out dangerously. Only his experience here allowed this break neck pace. It wasn’t until he crossed the scent that his panic subsided and he slowed to a broken trot. A mare. This was not the first lady who happened to wash up on to his shores, and honestly he was beginning to wonder how this kept happening, but that thought would have to wait for a later day.
It didn’t take long for him to follow her weaving trail through the sun-smattered land and find her beneath one of the prominent willow trees that stood near the eastern part of the rivers course. He stood quietly for a moment, observing while she stared at the willow tree as if it was alive and might begin to speak to her. The splashes covered her buckskin form, slightly stocky and decidedly shorter than him but with gentle aura about her.
Intriguing.
Finally he decided he should do something before she turned around and saw him staring like some kind of stalker. So he cleared his throat deeply and stepped forward into the light sifting through the trees. “Hello m’am.” His voice always sounded too loud amongst the silence of the forest.
male // andalusian mix // seventeen.one // seven // bay pintaloosa [Ee/Aa/TT/LPlp] // riley
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