Dont Trust Shadows
There was something about being a guard that rubbed Voodoo wrong. He felt like a face on a wall, a pawn in the background. A part of him would love the chance to become something more, to make a bigger impression on those around him. But, for now at least… this is where he was. The murmured thank you was something that made him feel a bit better about the situation, a rare word in the world anymore.
Returning with the lady, Voodoo stepped back without thought. He was not the one that had been searched out. Not the one that was desired. Still, a part of him wanted the other stallion, and the lady, to know his name. "It is a rare pleasure… I am Voodoo." He murmured softly as he stepped back and took his place at the doorway.
"Speaking."
Notes: Feel free to continue on without him if desired <3 Your guys’ choice on if he is included further <3
