B O N D U R A N T
Since the challenge he had been overly alert to any new presence crossing the boundaries of his home. Countless times a day he ran the border of the Forest, running himself ragged in an attempt to make sure that no one could come and harm his family. So when he came across the decidedly masculine scent leading into the depths of the trees his heart stopped before jumping into overdrive. His mind tunneled on the idea of finding this invader and forcefully driving him out. With a throaty scream he dove into the trees, following the putrid scent as it wove deeper into the land. Mentally and physically he began to prepare himself for the confrontation that was surely awaiting him when he reached his target.
When finally he laid eyes on the intruder he struggled to halt his breakneck pace. It was a midnight hued stallion who had led him on this chase he could now see, but that is not what gave him pause. Rather the sight of his warrior woman, Ragnfridr, acting amicably to him. Not that she was showing happiness or excitement at his presence, but she was not attacking him out right and that was out of character for her.
Chest heaving from his previous pace he watches them for a moment, missing the words that pass her lips and preparing to continue his approach when yet another strange form breaks through the trees. The Forest was always full of surprises these days. At times he mused that perhaps these were the ghosts that had given it the name. As of yet all of the specters had been real. He manages to catch the grulla mares inquiry and her light tone, finalizing the fact that this was not a hostile encounter. Shaking his head and gruting he tries to slough off the anger that had been so consuming as he finally approaches.
He pulls up alongside Ragnfridr, ready to reach should this go sour. “Hello," he drawled slowly. He was less interested in talking and more about hearing the answer to the grullas question.
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 |
