A MAN OF HONOR IS AT ALL TIMES A MAN OF HIS WORD.

With life came death and with death came pain. Soft amber eyes flicked towards the scent of death, ears of onyx slowly flicking. Large hooves moved over the soil of his home, but his voice remained locked down in his chest as his body weaved through the trees. He could scent the body, but the mare that came to show up on the ground was one Voyager had never met. She had been one of Bacardi’s mare and the scent of the forest lead upon her frame spoke about how he had been here not even hours ago.


Blinking his soft eyes, Voyager lowered his head, his thick frame moving out of instinct as he placed his forehead against the mares, offering her his own kind of sentiment that would normally be left for those that knew her. He was from a different place though and Voyager sent her a soft set of words over the wind once his voice managed to creep from his tired throat. “May you fly high and see the places in which you dreamt.” He gave a soft smile to the heavens once he lifted his head, but after those soft words the stallion pulled in a third scent, one of Bacardi’s children.


Pulling in a deep breath, the silent stallion moved to follow the trail that held both the sire and childs scent. His large hooves soon enough crept up the dirt path that did nothing to hide his movements. Being large gave him a bit of trouble being silent on solid dirt, but the percheron stallion cared not when he set his gaze upon the duo out by the ocean. His large frame stood in the shadows then though, just out of hearing range of any conversation they could have. He stood there as a wraith, protecting the lead of his home as his long tail lashed at his hocks.


As Voyager stood there, he heard hooves coming from behind him, his head turning to look back as Amarinora and Roamer came, their gazes misty considering what everyone was dealing with in this moment. Giving a soft smile though, the black stallion nodded his head towards Bacardi, wondering if the two young mares would go to him. It was however a bit different for him when Roamer came and tucked herself against his side, never once having dealt with a death in her two years of life. It was again different when Amarinora moved down the beach, her dual colored frame moving to stand on the other side of Bacardi, giving the stallion her own support. Voyager smiled watching all of this while holding his daughter close, hoping that no more death would be coming for their home.

VOYAGER

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stallion | 17hhs | black | of the forest

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