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When she looked to him with sympathy in her eyes, Bacardi felt a twisting of emotions he didn’t truly want to face. It wasn’t like the stallion had ever wanted sympathy. But still, the gentleness of it made him almost want to spill more of his own burdens upon the mare. To feel what it was like to have a caring, comforting touch, where as Valka had been the very opposite. The little pony mare was not a soothing thought, and as she flashed in his mind’s eye, Bacardi nearly pinned his ears. Thankfully, the mare next to him spoke again, distracting the stallion from his own cruel thoughts.


“I have to believe we all can start over, if we want too.” Bacardi replied, his golden wolfish eyes meeting her hope filled ones. “Otherwise, why try at all?”


With so many emotions that had played havoc within Bacardi, he couldn’t help the long heavy sigh that managed to escape him. He felt old, his shoulders suddenly heavy, but still he managed to stand beside her. Knowing he could carry the weight, as long as he had a reason driving him too.


“My name is Bacardi.” he introduced. Knowing after all they shared, it seemed a little backwards in their conversation. But at least it was better than not sharing it at all. “I would like you to go with me. At least, give living in the Thicket a chance? If you don’t like it, then you would be free to leave.” the stallion offered. Not about to keep the mare prisoner, but he didn’t think he could stand leaving her behind either.

mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the thicket.

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