Falls

A MAN OF HONOR IS AT ALL TIMES A MAN OF HIS WORD.

Voyager continued to stay silent as he stood there. His ears flicked back and forth a few times as he listened to them, but the black stallion could not help himself with just being content. He would like to speak, but at the moment he knew it was not the right time to do so as he watched the water cascade from the falls. They were all strangers to one another and he had showed up last, something that honestly did not surprise him. Voyager went with the flow more often than not and now it showed as finally his head turned to face the duo once they spoke to him.


“It is nice to meet you Duckie and Martyr. My name is Voyager.” His voice was soft, but loud enough for the others to hear him over the roar of the waterfall. His long tail faintly billowed with the wind that the fall created with he momentum it held, but he gave them a smile and seemed to almost bask in the water. It was an enjoyable feeling and soon enough he found himself stepping closer to them so they did not almost have to yell to speak to him. No one deserved to yell because someone found the world around them more important than that of the one speaking to them, be it a simple one other person or that of many. If you had to yell when it was easy enough to listen, you knew the other party was not giving you a lick of attention.


Watching the other stallion move, Voyager gave him a faint dip of his head as a thanks. Manners and politeness were so few and far between these days that it almost shocked him to see another stallion could possibly act as he himself would. Resting there soon enough with enough distance to not be crowding, Voyager once again set his amber eyes upon the waterfall. “I wish these beautiful things were more common.” He faintly spoke, his voice loud enough without having to yell for the others to hear him if they wished to listen.

VOYAGER

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stallion | 17hhs | black | of the forest

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