Vadim
stallion | draft x | dunalino pintaloosa | 18hhs
His abrupt question seemed to make her wary of him; her brows furrowing and her blunt question diving into a while new set of problems. Instinctively, the corner of his mouth tugged upwards in a dry smile, knowing she wouldn’t like the answer he would give her. But for a mare to live with him, to potentially make a life with him, there could be no more secrets. He would tell her, and was about to tell her, when she made him pause. Her maybe gave him hope, but her final question made him quiet for a bit longer. Thinking over what she had said.
“There is plenty of things I could tell you I’ve done, that would make them hold me captive.” he replied finally. “For quite some time I was angry with how my life was going. So I tried to take that anger out on those around me.” Mostly in an attempt to be that constant thorn in Psych’s side. To dig it deeper, make it bleed heavier, every time he disrupted herds or brought mares home in the cruelest way possible so that it left herd stallions furious. The repercussions Psych’s to bear as Boss. “But while I was captive in the Badlands, I found I didn’t need to be angry anymore. It happened without me even realizing it.” he confessed.
Vadim was still unsure of what sort of secret she would like to hear. Surely not some dark tale of his misdeeds that she could hold against him. Or some silly thing like being scared of the dark (not that he was). “I have a twin.” Vadim finally said. “My sire who raised me did not know of her. Both she and my mother have gone from the islands.” The stallion said, offering a secret he hadn’t told anyone else. Not even Sarama knew about his sister. “Kirel…. Only you and I know her name here on these Islands.”
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