Bacardi had been met with a variety of different strangers. Some greeting him with teeth and violence, others a more friendly sort. His black rimmed ears remained focused on the black stallion, even as his voice rumbled like the earth when it groaned and shook the trees from time to time. Voyager had manners, which Bacardi appreciated, and was also a good sign for someone wanting a home here. Still, considering he was an absolute stranger, the painted stallion had to take a few moments to contemplate his decision.


“The Forest is home to all those that seek refuge in it’s safety.” Bacardi finally stated. “It is a place of peace, a sanctuary, and I will not tolerate a troublemaker.” he said firmly. “If you can abide by those rules, and help to enforce them, then you may call this place your home. But, should you be lying, I will not hesitate to drive you out.” Not a threat, a promise. Bacardi would do everything in his power to keep his family safe, and if they didn’t stick their noses in the wrong places, then the other herds should continue to leave them alone.


“Since you are new, I’m sure there is plenty to teach you. Both of the Forest, our allies, and the workings of the islands. Come…. Let us go meet the lead mare. So that she does not maim the stranger who has barged into her home.” Bacardi said with a knowing smile. Twinge was a fierce mare, and he did not doubt even a large stallion such as Voyager could stand up to her ferocity.

mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the forest.

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