B O N D U R A N T
As ashamed as she is to look at him he cannot help but stare at her while she takes in her surroundings, save for the immediate area around him of course. He can’t help but hoping she might like the Forest, that somehow the home that he provided for her might make up for the heinousness of the action he had performed. In truth that was why he had driven her here. Not to keep her for himself, nor to take advantage of her again, but to give her safety that the crossing could not provide. Inwardly he sighed as she did not respond in any way other than a miniscule nod at his comment.
Very well, he could talk to himself easily enough.
He shuffled his feet, readjusting his body weight to one side and cocking the hoof of his injured leg. It was ironic, uncomfortable as he sometimes felt making small talk with women having one that wouldn’t respond seemed to make it easier, she couldn’t very well hate him any more for his poor conversational skills. “Ya kin wander anywhur you lahke, there’s a rivah down on tha southern border that leads to tha sea,” he tried to speak quietly, always too aware of how deep and booming his voice sounded amongst the quietness of the trees, “ther are some evergreens to tha north, and here near the oaks is where everyone gathers cum nightfall.” It was possibly one of the longest sentences he had ever spoken. Life had never required many words from him, but she could probably use a break from his actions at his point.
The quiet enveloped them again, the sun’s rays filtering down through the changing canopy overhead. He had been excited for this season in the forest the most, when the majority of the trees would shift into vibrant colors that seemed almost unnatural. A cool breeze sifted through the trees, ruffling his two toned mane and hers as well. That chill would become permanent before long. Would she trust him enough to join the rest of the herd when body warmth was required? He hoped perhaps she would at least trust some of the other mares by that point. Come winter they would move into the heart of the forest where the pines stood strong against the cold and danger would be easier to sense. “Ther is danger about, wolves have been known tah come callin so if you won’t stay near meh keep an eye out.”
Regardless of if she stayed near him he would keep an eye on her without fail. He lowered his spotted head slightly, looking over at her fawn-colored form from beneath his dark forelock. “Ahm Bondurant,” he said, his drawling voice almost a whisper, “do you have a name?” If she did not, or would not give it to him, he would have to decide on something for her then. He could not very well have someone in his home that had no name. Regardless of her opinion towards him she was his family now and that was not something he took lightly.
male // andalusian mix // seventeen.one // seven // bay pintaloosa [Ee/Aa/TT/LPlp] // riley
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