B O N D U R A N T
Bondurant was ignorant of the Forest’s history. To him it was merely a place he had taken from a man unwilling to protect it. He did not know the sad stories, the broken family, the quiet king with rage lurking in his heart, or how many bones, long since eroded, lay beneath the canopy. He did not know how many specters truly haunted the Frightful Forest. If he did would it have made his meeting with this bay girl truly any different? What would it matter to him?
Yet there he stood facing her, shaking like a leaf, and he merely responding to her call. He must seem such a monster to constantly evoke such fear in others with his mere presence. Perhaps they were all wise to think such. Patiently he waited for her to speak, his dark ears casually flicking around catching the natural forest sounds. Always he was alert for something out of place. Finally her voice broke the silence, it sounded as shaky as she seemed but he made no mention of it. That wouldn’t be very polite, now would it?
Her statement confused him as did her reaction after the fact. Based on scent alone any horse could tell he was the only man beneath the trees at the current time, he obviously was not this girl’s father nor was he any king and so his ears split until she continued and the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. He shuffled his feet in an awkward gesture at, suddenly uncomfortable in the presence of a weeping child (for she was very much a child in his eyes at the moment). Emotion had never been something he understood, within his family they were unwelcome and he had learned early to ignore them, but here he was faced with a bundle of feelings in the form of a mare and he was at a loss.
The only action he could fathom was to answer her question. “Ah challenged a man named Rex fer this place, Ah know nothing of its residents before that day.” He shrugged apologetically with a dipping motion of his head toward her. Clearly this was not what she had come for, empty answers that meant nothing for her. You are ever helpful, Bondurant.
male // andalusian mix // seventeen.one // seven // bay pintaloosa [Ee/Aa/TT/LPlp] // riley
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