Vaaco
- Loyal, you all shall be. Until your last dying breath -
Ears flick at the sound of her soft voice. This mare, sadness consumes her. It was evident in those chocolate eyes, he assumes that life has been tough on this little chestnut. He heaves a sigh, life was complicated. From the time he could walk, his path had been crooked, never in a straight line. Never easy. He had been sent away, shortly after weaning. He had been told it was for his own good, which now he did believe. His brothers, they had taken him, taught him the essentials of fighting. He had been good, really good.
His ashen eyes fall on the weak smile of the mare. "It is suits me." An easy name to remember once it is spoken. He offers a crooked smile, his ashen eyes glint in the darkness. He crops some grass, before swiveling his head back at the chestnut mare. As she names this place, The Lost Islands. He had made it after all. "The Lost Islands, huh. Such a strange name." Then she continues, elaborating why she thinks it is called by such a name.
As his strength returns, he can feel each of his aching muscles. He lifts his thick head, he eyes the mare, she held back from him. "Maybe it's because this place seems to attract those who are lost. Or those who prefer to remain lost." "Which are you?" He questions, he knew that deep down, they all were one of those. Maybe he was more lost, then he had originally thought. Maybe after all of these years, he had ended up right where he needed to be.