Sooner Or Later [Hector, Open]

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Sooner Or Later [Hector, Open]

Hector Posts: 262

Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5

Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE

Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate Dream

01-10-2014, 11:17 PM

No Time for Lies and Empty Fights

The fetid odour of the fouled creature lost had lingered for a long while by the entrance to The Sanctuary; not even the breath of wind curling playfully into the sunken passage could shift its taste. He had not been so rotten like word told of other wandering corpses, but the measure of his illness had been obvious enough. Hector watched devotedly there where he had remained after seeing the bat-winged stallion out; his mood indifferent and focused squarely upon the task at hand.

The rumble of voices rose from the deep, though the pitch remained relatively smooth and that was a signal to the giant warrior, that all was well enough where the herd had been laid in safety. Cautious ears swivelled constantly as they tracked the movement of wanderers and bemused new arrivals- though few they were (even the other herds had not arrived en masse to crowd the cave as yet); and it was the steady clack of hooves striking rock which drew his impassive expression from its station. Swiftly, Hector’s bright, orangey gaze shifted towards the dank, shadowy cavern's throat from whence a cool draft was delivered to buffer that from above, and with it, the swarthy silhouette of the Diviner’s most recent companion appeared. The other stallion coughed before speaking, and the soldier bristled through a flare of sudden mistrust; rapidly did that feeling disperse though, for Windwalker’s demure tone held not the gurgle of illness which burdened the last to pass.

"Well met brethren." The liver chestnut replied with a courteous and rather official dip of his large ivory decorated skull. His nature was not one of warmth and overflowing compassion, and out of habit he hid well any form of emotion which (scarcely) tickled his soul. "I am Hector, a soldier in our army. The weather out is not so enticing, do stay in where it is warmer." He added the final warning with unusual sensitivity should the smaller steed have been considering a dip through the fresh air. Certainly now was not the time to roam the lands, and Hector would suffer none of his clan to those wraith’s hunting above. Silence swept upon them again; the eerie sort whom settles only before the calm of the wildest storm, and the warrior’s eyes returned to the surface carefully- though one ear stayed conscientiously fixed to his company.

In rapid succession, the strike of hooves upon stone echoed again (still) from below, and through a gloss of dancing firelight another Pegasus came nearer to the surface- a face that caused the rigidity of the soldier’s stark gaze to sway. Passing his eyes across Windwalker thoughtfully, he offered a loose smile- the type one structured for life at war would be most easily capable of, and continued until his watch fell upon the approach of Midas. Hector filled with renewed warmth and fond sentiment, stepping with a generous nod towards his brother even while the painted stallion still spoke. "Crazy indeed... He repeated with a scoff, tossing consequently his ginger skull towards the filth lurking beyond the opening. "It has been too long brother. I thank you."

An air of relaxation was allowed to spill through the narrow atmosphere around the trio as the giant beast’s tension slackened in the company of an old friend; practically family it was undeniable. Hector glanced by the doorway dutifully once again before coming to settle his attention more gently than before upon Windwalker, as the gilt stallion addressed him courteously.