Posted on February 28, 2013 at 07:01:47 AM by b l a c k m o r e ;
Blackmore probably wouldn't know how to truly tell someone about himself, even if it hit him square in the face with a blinding neon sign that reads in capital letters "HOW TO TELL SOMEONE ABOUT YOURSELF". There has nevery truly been anyone that wished to know something about him, at least not by asking him directly like Svetlana had done. Yet, even in his story to her, there is plenty to pull from it that explains the type of stallion Blackmore is: kind, naive in the sense of being a herd leader, loving, protective. Even though he had spoken none of these words about himself, they seem to scream loudly by the time he finishes speaking fondly about his little brother. Perhaps there will come a day when Blackmore can speak these words on his won, with a tone so confident that others will wonder if that is the true Blackmore. He knows just how shy and naive he is, he knows how behind he is in learning about leadership, but even Blackmore hopes to hold himself confidently one day. A small smile spreads across his lips as Svetlana speaks of her childhood, her laugh music to his ears as he can see memories flickering across her eyes for a moment. It is her next phrase that causes a soft chuckle to push through Blackmore's throat before giving a soft snort, "Well... I don't know how much this will mean to you... but I think you turned out just fine." His words are whole hearted and sincere, and there is absolutely no way anyone could say otherwise. Eyes are are so easily readable speak of of sincerity, while the smile upon his face is warm and inviting. Blackmore couldn't lie even if he wanted to, his eyes would give it away within the same moment as uttering a lie. This is all well and good, considering the large beast really isn't intent on lying to anyone at anytime for anything for any reason. Down there? For a moment Blackmore had to break his eyes away from hers to look down into his fairly desolate ridge. For a moment he pauses, admiring his own territory with a single sweep of his eyes, his gaze caressing each crevice gently. This is his home, he loves every steep hill and every rock, he wouldn't give up the Ridge for the world. "Sure is... right over here." Blackmore is quick to take a few steps towards his right as a path slowly becomes visible as it slants carefuly down into the ridge's base. There are plenty of other trails that lead down into the gorge, but there are only a few that are actually safe and practically fool-proof. So, it's with a light whicker that the large black descends down into the Gorge, stopping only once or twice to make sure that Svetlana is following behind him without any difficulties. For lacking confidence, there is plenty of steady power that allows his legs to carefully lead him down, falling back onto his haunches carefully to balance him up properly. It isn't until they are merely feet from the bottom that his weight shifts forward, allowing himself to become heavy on the forehand as he practically trots down the remaining length with ease. "Most of the safer trails are hidden, it's a nice safety feature I thought..." Blackmore finds himself trailing off as he looks around his beloved Ridge. There is a fondness in his eyes that not many have. Very few stallions could appreciate and love a territory in such a way as Blackmore does. This is his refuge, his safety, this is his new slate and his safe haven after living within a prison from hell from his birth. Blackmore wants to live in this Ridge for the rest of his life, and though fighting is a hesitant thought for him, he will defend this homeland at all costs. He has gone through too much to just let it slide into someone else's possession without a proper fight. 
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- 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
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