Darling leave the light on for me
I'll be there before you close the door
If anyone had asked his opinion on the matter, Vadar would’ve said he was cursed since birth. Now, just what kind of curse he couldn’t be sure, but as the days wore on and the painful memory of Roseen and her son splitting away from him grew fainter and less biting, Vadar was inclined to believe that his curse was the damning kind of loneliness reserved for the creatures unworthy of company. It made sense after all. He was bastard-born and displayed the markings of his dark heritage right there across his face, like a bold, white flag of warning for anyone and everyone to see.
Not to mention that his gift (one he was determined to use for good) was tinted red like pale blood, the same color of his eyes which seemed to unsettle any creature that took to staring at them for too long a period and so, trudging on sturdy, still-furry black legs, the nomadic stallion navigated the meadow tucked into the base of the mountain with a twinge of apprehension and a firm-set mouth.
It was better, he reasoned, to just accept the fact of his uselessness and continue on as he always had, meandering without purpose through the common lands and sleeping, eating, probably dying alone as it seemed fated to be. Better than getting his hopes raised by a chance encounter only to have them embarrassingly thrown right back into his own clown-marked face. Easier to just keep your distance, mind your own business, he mused thoughtfully, pausing along the invisible edge of the territory to lower his head for a bite or two of fresh spring grass.
Because of this, and because the carefully grown waves of his pewter forelock drifted over his eyes and forehead, obscuring his view, the vagabond male hadn’t seen that this place wasn’t entirely abandoned as it should be, given the current circumstances. Still, when the shuffle of muffled hooves in the distance catches his wandering ears Vadar refuses to look up and investigate who it might be. It would only be a useless endeavor. Whoever they were, they weren’t here for him and he could almost certainly bet they wouldn’t take time out of their day to approach.
It just seemed natural to assume he’d be left perfectly alone.
@[Colby]