Bandit
Bandit tilted her head, open kindness in her rose-hued eyes and a gentle half-smile gracing her finely sculpted features. Quickly her gaze flicked over the mare; even in her state of strange, extreme up-and-down emotions Bandit was experiencing at the moment, her sharp mind was ever-alert for the slightest hint of danger or something amiss. Her ears pricked to a point so that the curved tips almost touched, Bandit's gaze shifted away from the mare as she spoke, aware that she probably didn't like being stared at. She didn't want to unnerve the poor thing. "It's all right," she said soothingly, the soft sound of her melodic voice gentle. "We're not going to harm you, or push you past the extent of what you can do. My name is Bandit," she said with a little smile, "And I was once new and afraid too. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sasha," she said quietly, curving her neck and lifting one dainty hoof in a suggestion of a curtsy-like movement, a sign of respect to this mare, this newcomer, and whatever she had gone through. Newcomer? A wry smile quirked the corners of Bandit's mouth. You've been here for less than a day, and already you refer to this mare as a 'newcomer'. She sobered quickly at the thought, wondering what had come over her. Why had she accepted herself so easily into this new place? Was it because of the lush grass and beautiful conditions? Was it because there seemed to be no predators here? Bandit tilted her head, nostrils flaring delicately at this new thought. Was it because of Halo? Her heart gave an involuntary little flutter at the mere thought of his name. Probably, she admitted to herself. Bandit had never met anyone like him before. And the first day she'd arrived here, not even officially in the herd, they were fighting over her. A pang of dread shot through her heart, and she shuddered involuntarily.
Her pelt itched as Skyironic appeared, a pained, anxious light flickering nervously in her widened rose-hued eyes. She dipped her head to the stallion politely, but he had eyes only for this new mare, this Sasha, who, Bandit admitted with a flush of shameful envy, with her ruffled mane and disheveled coat, was still painfully beautiful. Bandit's thoughts flashed yet again to Canad and Halo, and her muscles burned to run down to them, but it would be impolite to just turn her back on the two Equids, and anyways the wind would be blowing both scent and sound away from her high vantage point on the hilltop.
And then Canad appeared.
Bandit's heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach. A fight between stallions with a fight to the death. No. No. Fury and disbelief flashed in her eyes. Would he really have killed one of his own? She was just beginnning to think things were different here. But apparently they weren't. Tears pricked in her eyes. "Canad!" she screamed, whirling on him, a strangled sound of agony and helpless fury emitting from her throat. Halo was dead. Dead.
No.