Posted on February 20, 2013 at 10:30:20 PM by b l a c k m o r e ;
A leader though he may be, Blackmore will rarely ever make it seem as if he should be doing the questioning, for he'd rather be questioned then to be the questioner. Confidence has only recently started to peak through the covers that keep Blackmore as meek and mild as he is, making him less likely to as if he is threatening. Height alone can make those around him uneasy, but the moment he speaks with a stuttering tongue, the unrest of his company tends to fade into only a couple emotions, kindness or mockery. No one, as of yet, has made fun of such a caring stallion whose only wish in life is to gain some sort of acceptance and to have a herd that is very much his friends as they are his closest and dearest family. Each new face met, however, revives the fear of mockery and rejection, leaving his chest tense in a way that makes it hard to breathe deeply, stuck instead to take slightly shallower breaths that are not fully detectable unless one looks directly for the nervous tick. And that sly smile upon the mares lips does nothing to help the situation with Blackmore as his ears tilt to the side and back, merely a sign of confusion then out of the slicked back ears of aggression. Aggression from Blackmore is a fairly laughable idea. Svetlana. It's a name type that Blackmore has never heard before, it feels weird as he silently tries to form the name upon his tongue for future reference. Though strange, he cannot deny the beauty that he finds in the name, enjoying the foreign taste of her name as it rolls over in his head over and over again until it's easy to think, thus should make it easy to say, right? It helps, too, that having a name for the face helps him relax just slightly as a large, sculpted head tilts curiously towards the side as a question is sent towards him from the newly named Svetlana. "It is..." His answer is brief, merely answering her question in a voice that is neither booming with power nor watered down with fear and apprehension. It is already apparent that he is not the type to run out intruders, though many expect that from a male when faced with an intruding female. Many, actually, lay immediate claim to unclaimed mares that walk into the borders of their territory, but Blackmore is no such creature. Blackmore is not the type to cage and imprison, choosing instead to allow choices in his heard, something that seemed healthier then unwanted bars and cages. It is with this mentality he can't help but laugh softly, a noise that even shocks him as he seems to be startled by his own laughter as it reflects off the ridge walls in a mild echo. It is an amused startler, however, not a true startle of danger and fear. "I hardly call this intruding, really..." Throughout this entire time his tone does not fluctuate. A tone so meek, so mild and yet with a small bit of building confidence is steady throughout all of his words. "Anyone is welcome here, really... as a home or just passing through, doesn't matter to me... as long as some amount of peace is kept." Blackmore surprises himself with just how easy conversation is starting to come to him, nothing like the stuttering mess he had been when talking to Rosaline and Adelaide out in the commons island. It would seem he truly is building confidence, and this is a good sign to him, making him almost smile to himself, though Adelaide's disappearance does way heavily upon his mind. He will have to check over the islands once more, he is certain, wanting to desperately find answers as to why she seemed to just up and vanish. Water is the one thing he did not like between the islands, and this was precisely the reason why. "A small few - fo-- three." He wants to desperately count Adelaide, but with her lack of showing up, he can't count her, yet. Blackmore holds hope that she'll find her way back to the Ridge, though he feels so bad for losing track of her when the water swept her away from his side. Worry won't sub-side until he sees her kind face in the Ridge, safe and sound, away from the wicked waters. "Three is a decent number... but a place so large tends to eat it up quickly..." A small nod of his head says that his small numbers have been weighing upon his mind quite heavily, forming a sigh in his chest but not quite letting it out as he keeps his eyes gently locked upon the buckskin lady. "If you're headed somewhere you're welcome to rest here..." Blackmore does not wish to push her towards staying, not because he dislikes her, but because he doesn't want it to seem like that's all he cares about. Truly, her company is quite exciting, she's a little different from Adelaide, from Rosaline and from Legion, and he'd love to have her stay but that is up to her to decide, not for him. 
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- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana. February 21, 2013 at 03:48:11 AM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; February 22, 2013 at 00:33:21 AM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana. February 22, 2013 at 04:13:41 AM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; February 22, 2013 at 09:31:42 PM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana. February 23, 2013 at 03:42:22 AM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; February 28, 2013 at 07:01:47 AM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana March 8, 2013 at 02:44:08 PM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; March 8, 2013 at 06:55:25 PM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana March 8, 2013 at 09:46:10 PM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; March 8, 2013 at 11:24:45 PM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana March 11, 2013 at 01:38:52 AM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; March 13, 2013 at 01:20:35 AM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana March 15, 2013 at 11:35:51 PM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; March 13, 2013 at 01:20:35 AM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana March 11, 2013 at 01:38:52 AM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; March 8, 2013 at 11:24:45 PM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana March 8, 2013 at 09:46:10 PM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; March 8, 2013 at 06:55:25 PM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana March 8, 2013 at 02:44:08 PM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; February 28, 2013 at 07:01:47 AM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana. February 23, 2013 at 03:42:22 AM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; February 22, 2013 at 09:31:42 PM
- Here's a handshake, soldier, - By svetlana. February 22, 2013 at 04:13:41 AM
- and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - By b l a c k m o r e ; February 22, 2013 at 00:33:21 AM
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