06-04-2017, 03:36 PM
VAUGHAN
Family. Vaughan had a sibling and a mother, truth be told that he was more protective of the both of them than either had been over him. Vaughan had been protecting his 'family' since a yearling, thus his broken ear but it was a job he gladly did. He would die for either of his close family and would murder for them as well. Sadly, he has no idea where either of them have gotten off too - after the reckoning he lost sight of most things. He has been quite content in his passage through the forrest up until this point, his floppy ear musters a bit of strength as his other ear quickly reaches back. He hears a crack and at first, thinks nothing of it - trees fall in the woods daily and often go unnoticed but something feels different. It's every few seconds that one crashes and a faint scent taints the earth, rolling towards him. Instinctually, he should want to flee from the area but stubbornness was a well-bred gene and so instead he's curious. Soon the culprit slinks towards him and although he should turn to face them, he's feeling rather spry himself so instead he continues to graze but not for long.
He spots a lavender lady in his peripheral vision but before he can say hello or even chew the remaining blades of grass in his mouth, she stops the small rabbits hearts and they disintegrate. He flicks his ear forward to her, black eyes a little more attentive and less than relaxed stance. Poor bunnies, was that his fate soon too, he wonders? Because he is a male, most emotion is lost on him but even still he tries to interpret the reason behind such slaughter the silver eyed mare has bestowed. "I'm Vaughan, does my potential murderer have a name? Although I hope that you'd consider me a horse instead of a rabbit, despite my ear predicament," he chuckles, heartily knowing well that his humor may be ill received and if so, what a way to die, am I right? He's unfamiliar with the new lands and so although her scent is distinct he cannot put a name to it, he will just label it as "woman who kills things' for now but he's sure it will be refiled later.
"Do you introduce yourself this way often or are you particularly upset today?" he didn't add the "I'm terrible at emotions, neither of my parents (though my father is unknown to me) were great at sharing - which is why he's alive to begin with. Drowned emotions and lover's rage, plus a little bit of taboo. Vaughan doesn't know why the lavender grey lady has crossed his path but perhaps it's a new path he's destined to take. Perhaps she was the thing he saw in the Tundra cave a few years ago as a colt, the black stallion had a darker outlook on things ever since that day.
He spots a lavender lady in his peripheral vision but before he can say hello or even chew the remaining blades of grass in his mouth, she stops the small rabbits hearts and they disintegrate. He flicks his ear forward to her, black eyes a little more attentive and less than relaxed stance. Poor bunnies, was that his fate soon too, he wonders? Because he is a male, most emotion is lost on him but even still he tries to interpret the reason behind such slaughter the silver eyed mare has bestowed. "I'm Vaughan, does my potential murderer have a name? Although I hope that you'd consider me a horse instead of a rabbit, despite my ear predicament," he chuckles, heartily knowing well that his humor may be ill received and if so, what a way to die, am I right? He's unfamiliar with the new lands and so although her scent is distinct he cannot put a name to it, he will just label it as "woman who kills things' for now but he's sure it will be refiled later.
"Do you introduce yourself this way often or are you particularly upset today?" he didn't add the "I'm terrible at emotions, neither of my parents (though my father is unknown to me) were great at sharing - which is why he's alive to begin with. Drowned emotions and lover's rage, plus a little bit of taboo. Vaughan doesn't know why the lavender grey lady has crossed his path but perhaps it's a new path he's destined to take. Perhaps she was the thing he saw in the Tundra cave a few years ago as a colt, the black stallion had a darker outlook on things ever since that day.
THE MAN WHO FEARS LOSING HAS ALREADY LOST.
