15.3hh - Gypsy Vanner - Lead of the Inlet
Not as driven or aggressive as many of his sex, it was interest and desire to socialize that had the stallion trotting pleasantly behind the mare. It would have been hard to speak to each other over the roar of the water. Since she had been the one first to speak to him, and then move to a place better to be heard, he could only guess continued interaction was what she wanted. Or that was what his desperate desire to not be shy made him hope to believe.
Once they stood away from the thunder he quirked a wet ear in his direction. He chuckled, his rolling laughter sounding like mild rapids compared to the waterfall at their backs. In his imagination he could see a headstrong bachelor stallion walking into tundras of Tinuvel. The moose and elk were just as busy with their offspring as mothers of his own species were with theirs. The moment a foolhardy bachelor was caught unaware was the moment they would have an antler in their stomach.
”I do believe my land can defend itself for a day in my absence. The earth there seems to be constantly full of surprises for those who do not watch where they step.” His calm, earnest face looked over the red paint and tilted in interest. He could feel a fire coming from her and a spirit he was starting to find favorable for his home. It occurred to him that he had run from fires so long ago to find himself in a place that was so bitter in its cold, only to run into fires of a different sort. He thought maybe flames were to be a constant in his life.
Shaking the water from his thick mane he took a chance and hoped he could be suave. ”In truth, little Red, I came to The Crossing in hopes of finding others who would share my home with me. It can be dangerous. The land itself is wild and fierce with a mind of its own.” He spoke of his land with a fondness that spoke volumes of the wonder he found there. ”Only the brave, the strong, and spirited I feel can find a place there.” The vanner knight reached out his nose to her. ”I swear my protection against those on the outside who try to harm you, whether they be band stallions or bachelors. You will not be trapped in the border and will be free to come and go as you please; your freedom will be your’s so long as your loyalty is to me.” He smiled at her, hoping she could feel the fire of a challenge he thought he saw in her. ”Do you think you have the spirit to be a part of the land?”
PAGAN
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