| KENDRY | |
| His gaze lingers on the ocean as the storm abates, one ear turned fully toward Gnome as he speaks. This island, he decides absently, is not so bad. Not his favorite, but also not without its merits. He’s extremely interested in the forested tundra Gnome describes, and makes a mental note to himself before giving over his full attention once again this his speckled companion.
“She got a name?” He asks, again teasingly, though the corners of his eyes are a bit tight and the smile crossing his lips doesn’t linger for very long, a small internal spasm triggered by the proud convex profile of Bozena clouding his mirth. There is a situation yet unresolved, a relationship suddenly soured and needing immediate attention— attention Kendry cannot yet give with so little to show for himself, with no way to prove to the black mare that he is reputable. He shakes the mood away under the pretense of encouraging his coat to dry even further now that the rain has slowed. “Me? Ah,” he sighs and looks through the dripping canopy dreamily. “Nothing worth repeating, I suppose. Mostly just wasting time on the Crossing, randying about with other stallions in the Lagoon. But,” he snorts and squares his stance, emphasizing through his posture how serious he is as he continues, “I’m beyond all that now. I want to start a herd of my own, Gnome, and a family,” he says, looking over at the other stallion. “A band of like-minded individuals, horses who understand and believe in familial loyalty, mares and stallions who believe in the good in the world and seek to further it not only through themselves but with each successive generation. A community,” he catches his breath as the tumble of words suddenly slows, then adds tentatively, as if to speak too strongly of this next idea will invite its destruction, like the unconscious exhale of delight over a resting butterfly might send the insect spinning helpless off its perch, “which desires to raise the forthcoming generations with strength and honor and meaning.” Kendry shudders again, his whole body covered in gooseflesh under his pale coat, surprised at his own vehemence but ultimately delighted to have finally articulated the desire inside him. To deliberately improve the world, child by child... generation by generation, and to do so among the company of similarly-thinking individuals... it delights him, and it shows in the grin stretching so broadly across his face it makes his muscles ache for the yearning of making that dream a reality. “Think of all the good we could do,” he says with a stamp of his hoof. “Think of the strength we could share with this world by coming together in such a way, Gnome. How much better we all would be for it. I never had a sire,” he says, shaking his head. “And I spent how many years of my life lacking any direction, any purpose? Content to indulge myself in sloth and, yes, at times viciousness just because. What a waste! How many others? How many others have been as stagnant, as aimless?” Kendry shakes his head again. “We aren’t in this world forever. Why not make our time here worth it, beyond being content simply to exist?” Kendry wants to thrive, but more than that he wants to help others thrive and lead deliberate lives. He wants to raise children he and his partners are proud of, generations whose names will leave lasting, positive marks in history, establish a community who will help the world turn toward a righteous path, but he cannot do it alone. | |
stallion . draft mutt . eight . perlino . 18hh . son of marlena | |