Nightwing turned his head toward Daemon while chewing on some hay. He slowly backed away from the hay bin and walked towards the young man after he swallowed the hay and he stopped a few inches from him. The scars on the stallion's body were lighter than his fur color, making them stand out, one between his eyes, two on the left side of his long, hard neck, and multiple scars along his sides and flank.

Daemon froze when he saw that Nightwing was getting closer to him, rather than just standing where the hay was. He cautiously lifted his head to look at the stallion's body and finally the face. Daemon was taken aback to see all the scars on the horse's body and neck and face, well everywhere pretty much. He held his hand out, palm up and about shoulder high so he didn't appear to want to hit the poor horse. He spoke to Vladimir in a hushed voice, unsure if the horse would get spooked from him suddenly talking. "Vladimir, how did.. how did all these scars wind up on your horse? There are so many."

Nightwing pressed his muzzle into the palm of his hand in greeting with a soft nicker.

"Hunters...and the wolves put those scars on his legs. Nightwing is a fighter and has protected me from hunters time and time again. Some of them are from traps." Vladimir replied softly. "That's why I consider him family."

Daemon looked to the horse and gently moved his hand from the horse's muzzle. He moved it gently along the side of the dark muzzle and up the head, careful to avoid the eyes. His hand moved gently across the scar between the animal's eyes before he removed his hand. He gently pet Nightwing's neck, running his fingers delicately over any scars. "That's one hell of a horse you have. He must really trust you and love you to do that." Daemon smiled softly at the horse.

"He does. Me and him are close. He was my first horse, as well as my father's." Vladimir replied with a smile.

Nightwing remained still as Daemon petted him. He nickered each time a scar was touched, not out of pain, but because Vladimir avoided to touch them. He forgot where most of them were.

"Maybe he'll let you ride him if he gets to know you better." Vladimir said as he walked into the stall.

Daemon pulled his hand back when he noticed the horse made a noise each time he touched a scar. His eyes showing fear.

"I'm so sorry Nightwing. I didn't mean to touch them. Oh no..."

He backed away from the horse, afraid mainly of the animal since it weight one hell of a lot more than he did and was pretty tall. He always had this fascination with scars, but this was not a good way to get the horse to like him. He stayed away from the black stallion.

"I really don't think he'll want me to touch him.."

Nightwing moved closer to him slowly and nudged against him gently.

Vladimir chuckled softly. "I don't think you were bothering him. I think he forgot he had them." Vladimir walked over and ran a finger slowly along a scar along Nightwing's side, earning the same soft nickering. "See? He doesn't pull away...he's still relaxed."

Nightwing kept his head against Daemon, blinking every once awhile and breathing against his chest.

Daemon had his hands up like he was surrendering to the black stallion but when the horse didn't hurt him, he lowered his hands and gently placed them on the horse's muzzle and under it as well. He gently pet the stallion's muzzle with his right hand and smiled before he lowered his own head to touch his forehead to Nightwing's muzzle.

"I see. You really are a majestic animal, nightwing."

Daemon tilted his head to the side, his templed now on the stallion's muzzle and he looked at Vladimir. "You're so lucky to have an animal like him.." his voice but a whisper.

"I know. He is such a majestic beast, isn't he?" Vladimir said, replying just as softly.

Seeing Daemon with his head against Nightwing's, his hair almost covering his face a little. What was it about this human that had him staring? He almost wanted to go over and brush the hair out of his face just to see his face resting against the stallion's. It was odd for him...the way this human did little things that made him entranced. He never found himself to be attracted to men, but then again he never really had any interest in being with a woman either. The way he reacted when he played with Daemon's hair, he'd never get that out of his head.

Daemon could feel the gaze on him, but for some reason, it only made him want Vladimir to keep staring. It didn't make him uncomfortable or feel creeped out, which was new to him. Normally he hated when people stared. He gently pet the stallion's neck, but never moved his head. His neon eyes closed in content. He could be with this animal forever. It was so comforting. He felt his hair moved to his face and lifted his head and hands to fix it, not liking when the inky strands tickled his nose.

"I could get used to giving you attention all the time Nightwing. You're so calm and relaxed. I can't help but feel that way too."

He cooed to the stallion and then turned his neon greens to Vladimir, giving the man a smile.