username; iBrevity
name; Dancing In The Dark // Romulus
gender; Male
halter color; Same shade as eye color? c:
critter friend;
When Romulus was still a colt he found
Remus in one of the fields farthest back from the ranch house, fallen among the weeds and grass. The field wasn't managed by the staff and so it had gone wild with seed and spring, thick with perfumed flowers; Romulus was lucky he spied the little flash of yellow and orange at all.
The bird had been outside for long enough that it was coated in dirt and shivering, despite the warm weather. Romulus sunk to his knees beside the little bird and nosed at it until the bird finally turned his head to stare at him; and then Romulus waited there, kneeling in the mud, his forehead pressed to the parrot's quivering body until it clambered unsteadily up his forehead and found a grip in his short mane.
He fed it from his own stall, thieving a small bag of seed mix from the stablehands who fed the wild birds. He kept the conure tucked away in the corner of the stable until it regained some steadiness in its feet and brightness to its sharp black eyes; and he named it Remus, twin to his own name, match to his own soul. Remus would ride perched on Romulus' back or in his mane, sometimes getting down in the grass beside him when he grazed to play in the dirt. It took the humans nearly a month to notice the bird, and when they did they initially tried to take him away for his own sake; but the bird was so miserable, and Romulus was lingering so sadly about the window of the room where they kept him, that eventually they freed Remus once more.
The stablehands feed him alongside Romulus now, a healthier blend of seed and pellets and vegetables; he remains unclipped, free to fly away though he never does. As Romulus grew Remus and him became closer, often spending all day together; although Remus could not precisely communicate with Romulus they figured out enough to get along and it didn't bother Romulus that most of their conversations were one-sided.