Username: casimir
Show Name: We The People
Barn Name: Vendetta or "V"
Eye Color: blind
Name Meaning: Vendetta is derived from the ever continuing phenomenon caused by the movie V for Vendetta, in which lessons of moral and truth are intertwined with a beautifully executed action film.
Gender: stallion
Halter Color: Lavander fading to a cornflower blue - ombre, if you will.
Short story about their first encounter with optimism:
He was not amused.
Strange rope seared the stallion's ebony nose. How it had gotten there had been rather unpleasant; one moment he was peacefully nibbling on a tuft of hay, the next, he was frightened by the sudden slip of rough material about his nose. He had brayed and bucked in fright. V was quite certain that he'd startled the young ducklings just outside of his shelter's yawning door. Though he hadn't cared at that particular moment, the wary stallion was left with his guilt as he pressed his nose to the cold, metallic bars of the trailer he'd been wrestled into. V hadn't a clue where he was being taken. Such was a misfortune of the absence of sight.
The drive was spent with a trembling hide and a twitching nose. V recognized the tar stench of the road, occasionally yanking his head away from the parted windows when a puff of exhaust would flutter his way. Nonetheless, the two hours ached by at an agonizing pace that left V desperate for a change of scenery.
V hardly came to realize the trailer had come to a sputtering stop. Had it not been for the groaning of the swinging door, the horse would have remained with his rear to his visitor. Ears acting as radars, V swung his head to the side, only to clap it against the edge of the cold steel barring him inside. Ears swiveled to rest against his head, V struggled to face the correct direction, guided only by a strange feminine voice that was both foreign and inviting. Hooves scuffling against the aging wood below, V rushed forward, only to be halted by the tug of the tattered lavender halter over his nose.
Fright revisited the black stallion as several unknown voices and sounds flooded his senses. His head rose in frantic bobs, displaying his distaste to whoever might be near. V had the intent to rush forward, but something odd came to lay against his nose.
The mighty horse came to a sudden halt, his ears rolling forward with an immediate urgency. The soft thing spread about his muzzle, almost as if it were stroking him. Were those... fingers? Perfume composed of all things sweet - like a picnic on a summer evening just before the break of dusk, wafted through his nostrils. V wasn't sure if he liked the calming effect the smell washed over his entirety. Nonetheless, the horse marveled in the gentle stroke of this human's touch. When her lips parted with those silly words humans sought to release, however, the touch of her hand was nothing in comparison.
"Ay, 'ats a good boy," she told him. Her voice rolled over him like the thrum of a wave to shore. V had never heard anything of the kind. "Yer gon'na like 'et 'ere."
Though V could not tell her so, the horse had quite a hunch that she was right.
