blinding | russell

Russell's brow raised as the stranger greeted him with a gentle, unfamiliar voice. The stallion smiled and opened his mouth to reply, though nothing came out initially. Russell lowered his head a little, his gaze locked onto the overo's face. His bi-colored tail swished behind him as he thought of what to say. Orut's natives were a quiet herd... That is, except for his parents. His mother and father were barely part of the herd and mostly roamed the perimeter of the territory. Ever since they passed on, Russell had engrossed himself in the Orut herd he'd always heard about as a colt. Russell did his best to try and imitate their behavior and act as authentic as possible.

He looked her up and down quickly and almost awkwardly. So many stallions of the Homeland would take this critical moment to snatch young mares into their charming auras, and that would be the end of the mares' purity. Russell never saw things that way. He didn't know them; he didn't know where they had come from or where they were going. It would be not only unfair but also unjust to stop them for his own pleasure. Russell was often critical of his sex, though for good reason in his mind.

"Hello," he mirrored with a soft nod of his head. Unsure of what else to say, the shy stallion tucked his head and took a few steps toward her.