B O N D U R A N T
It was not in his nature to give up. Stamina had been beaten into him time and time again along with the knowledge that working for something made it that much more valuable in the end. She was a prize, and he did not mean that in the derogatory manner that might be seen as ownership. No, she was a prize that he continued to have to fight for and in a way he loved her for it. He valued the marks she had laid upon him and fully expected to earn more in this meeting, but as always she surprised him.
Instead of earning her teeth or hooves in answer to his question she stepped toward him amicably, pressing her velveteen nose into his spotted one. For a moment he closed his eyes, breathing in her unique scent and losing himself in the first true moment of her softer side that she had chosen to show him. His head jerked up as she moved suddenly, playfully nipping at the side of his face and a smile spread across his lips. She was playing with him, and whats more he enjoyed it. He arched his neck, tucking in his chin and playfully pawing at the leafy ground in mock disapproval of her actions.
He halted his actions as she spoke however, actually giving answer to his inquiry, she was full of surprises today. He studied her for a moment, thinking of how little he truly knew about her. He knew she had a family, had proved her love for them at the cost of her eye, and bore more scars than he. A woman of pure power and yet here she stood in the shade of his home. He wanted to ask her outright what memories plagued her so, but it didn't seem proper. “Ah struggle with my past at times ahs well," he said finally, the words quiet amongst the stillness of the trees.
A moment of weakness. How peculiar.
male // andalusian mix // seventeen.one // seven // bay pintaloosa [Ee/Aa/TT/LPlp] // riley
it is not violence that sets mens apart, it is the distance that he is prepared to go |
