Albrecht

He's not sure what reaction he expects from the mare upon seeing him - anger, hatred, fear, resentment - but he does expect some kind of reaction, so when she just looks confused and unsure of herself instead he takes a hesitant step back, still waiting for the sudden dawning of recognition across her face and the ensuing lash of well deserved violence toward him. Both ears flick back against the safety of his skull, his body bracing, but the unexpected apology and even less expected question tease one black satellite forward again, his brows drawing down and in.

He watches her prod the boy to get up, yielding a few more steps backward just in case. He watches the direction and pressure of her touch on the boys skin, still not convinced that she'll keep and care for the son of a stranger - a rapist - not in the way that a child conceived by any other means might be, but still she stares at him and if there's any glimmer of recognition in those sea foam eyes its hidden deep beneath the surface, much too far for an old stallion to notice.

"Don't think so." He answers quietly, meekly at first, but then stronger, his mind warming to the idea - and the possibilities. "Handsome boy." He adds with a nod, stepping forward to extend his muzzle toward the colt a second time, letting the small distance between them stand as an open invitation for his exploration. One ear stays locked unfalteringly on the mares head and neck should she suddenly have an epiphany about his character - or lack thereof - but for now he'll agree to forget so long as she does, though the deal is unfairly weighted on his behalf. Fool her once, shame on him they'll say, but fool her twice and it's shame on her own dumbass decisions as far as he's concerned.

"I saw you go down and thought you might need a little help." He lies, flashing a smile at the pair that's entirely genuine in its delight, if not its sincerity. Who is he to deprive the mare of her worldly lessons, he silently asks the snake, met by a wash of the companions sudden approval. The python stipulates through broken trains of thought and a string of fuzzy ideals that he could do without the attention stealing afteraffects of his bondeds escapades, but agrees without complaint that they are fun to create.



"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
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