10-14-2019, 08:39 PM
B R O N S O N N
The closeness of them all is overwhelming and so Bronsonn must step aside so his siblings may greet their father. The great Lior, dark and brooding, was smiling and for the first Bron had ever witnessed in his short life. The painted man who stands nearly as tall, sides near his twin, draping his heavy head around the dark mare with her mischievous eyes. A breath draws her scent in and he is warmed by her presence and skin.
Valera, his sweet older sister, emerges with a burst of energy and her smiling eyes. She was a ray of hope for them with her blazing color. She was more spirited and joyful of them all and exuded her radiance in her infectious laughter. Bron gives her a sweet greeting of a smile and draws her close to him, tugging at the fair hair playfully. "Valera." The blue grey beast murmurs gently int he tangle of her mane before releasing her.
"Little Cyprin." He muses with a smirk, a dark eye lifted towards his older brother. Bron allows the time with Castile and the warm greeting before he returns the nip of the painted man's hip. His brother was so similar to their father and Bronsonn admired them both greatly. Both were ideal men, strong and hearty, true dragons. The younger stallion falls quiet, near his twin, with ears forward when their father speaks.
Lior always commanded attention despite his few words but his sheer presence seemed to capture audiences...Bron was not immune to it. He listens as Lior inquires to Castile's mood, already knowing with his fatherly instinct, something was off and Bron bristles in return. He dared any to threaten one of his own family, willing to risk life and pride, for them.
Valera, his sweet older sister, emerges with a burst of energy and her smiling eyes. She was a ray of hope for them with her blazing color. She was more spirited and joyful of them all and exuded her radiance in her infectious laughter. Bron gives her a sweet greeting of a smile and draws her close to him, tugging at the fair hair playfully. "Valera." The blue grey beast murmurs gently int he tangle of her mane before releasing her.
"Little Cyprin." He muses with a smirk, a dark eye lifted towards his older brother. Bron allows the time with Castile and the warm greeting before he returns the nip of the painted man's hip. His brother was so similar to their father and Bronsonn admired them both greatly. Both were ideal men, strong and hearty, true dragons. The younger stallion falls quiet, near his twin, with ears forward when their father speaks.
Lior always commanded attention despite his few words but his sheer presence seemed to capture audiences...Bron was not immune to it. He listens as Lior inquires to Castile's mood, already knowing with his fatherly instinct, something was off and Bron bristles in return. He dared any to threaten one of his own family, willing to risk life and pride, for them.
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