B O N D U R A N T
As a man he was always on edge, well as a prepared man that is. His ears constantly flicked from one direction to the next, his eyes shifting through the trees for any sign of something out of place. She moved and he watched the fluid ripple of muscle and sinew beneath skin. Intoxicating. He did not miss that she stopped in a position that could easily deal a quick kick to his side, but he remained stationary. His chest still ached from where her hoof had landed before, but he enjoyed the ache.
She spoke and his gaze along with one ear locked onto her. Her voice was rough, deeper than was typical for females but he found it a welcome change. This one was anything but ordinary and he was coming to prefer that. Who he was could be a loaded question, but he was sure she would opt for the less intricate answer. “Bondurant,” he said fluidly with a slight bow of his thick head. He might not be the most refined creature but he had been raised to understand the graces of social situations. “And who might you be?”
He must admit she had him intrigued. To find a woman with a backbone was a rare thing indeed and here he had one standing in front of him. Sure he had just chased her across an island but you tended to appreciate the things you worked for.
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 |
