Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
Despite being a newcomer in a strange place, she’s quite welcoming of the ravaged stallion that had barreled down on her. An easy grin relaxes his features, making the hollowed socket and scars less terrible to behold. Of course she stares, they always stare, but she at least seems somewhat apologetic once she realizes that time has been ticking away. ”Not at all, it’s just that we don’t get many…. Of your breed in these parts.” He winces as the words come out, realizing that they sound worse out loud then they did in his head. ”That totally came out wrong.” He quickly amends, an apologetic gleam in the depths of the gold flecks in his remaining eye.
Inhaling deeply to calm his now anxious mind, already feeling like he’s made a muck of the meeting, he draws in deep scents from her. Unfamiliar and exotic to him. Shaking the tangled strands of his creamy tresses, he tries to get back on track. ”Born and raised.” It’s the easiest answer to a fully loaded history. Opening up the death of your mother the moment you were born wasn't exactly an icebreaker. ”What kind of home are you looking for?”
Ledger