B O N D U R A N T

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He was passing along the western border of the Forest when he heard the call echoing through the trees. His head jerked to the side, ears alert straining to catch every strain of the notes that seemed to hang in the humid air. The tones were decidedly female but it did not originate from either of the Forests other residents. At this realization he quickly picked up a trot toward the source. Though he was more at home amongst the trees he still took care of the roots which had a tendency to jump up at his hooves.

It took longer than he would have liked, but finally he saw her underneath the smattered light that sifted through the foliage above. He slowed to a loping run and finally came to a halt a safe distance from her. He sensed a slight nervousness in the air between them and noticed the tenseness in her muscles, but Bondurant tried his best to remain non-threatening. Being a large, bulky man this was somewhat difficult. His painted head dipped slowly in a neutral greeting as he looked at her wondering why she had come calling.

It had not been a season since he had come to these islands, he had not made a name for himself in good or bad regards and this was a first. “What can I do fer you?” he drawled slowly. In truth he was not entirely sure how to act. Social grace was not his strong suit.
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