Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all
_{But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall}

He followed.

Running swiftly after the scared damsel, Locket does not rest even when his muscles tire. He runs for her, forever in her shadow. His mind does not process the events that occurred moments prior. Ktulu was attacked by a monster... a monster. Locket wanted to hide away after seeing his once strong and brave leader fall to a small child with mutated limbs. The images that replay in his mind make his spine tingle and gut churn. He does not call out her name, instead follows her silently, a mere shadow in the nights, a leaf upon the wind.

She leads him to the Heart, sweeping into an area he has never seen before. A hole had opened in the Heart, revealing an entire underground channel of twisting tunnels and massive rooms. Locket watches the roan trip, hurrying to get to her hooves before marching onward. He makes his way down, hearing her begin to speak. She calls for Apollo, the chief who leads beside Phaedra. Pale auds are set forwards as he spots Apollo and another stallion, one with wings dipped in gold. Flames flicker on his hooves and the edges of his wings, making Locket take a weary step forward. He goes to place his muzzle upon Lakota's shoulder, a sign for her to calm herself. He listens to her stutter as the spits out words far too quick. "Calm yourself, sister." He murmurs to her, raising his head to gaze at Apollo and the stallion. "Sir, a... monster.. attacked Ktulu. It came in the form of a smelly, rotting child with spindly legs sticking from its back and eyes of four. It.. it turned Ktulu into one of its own..." Locket tries to keep himself calm, not wanting to show how much fear was collected within him. He watches tears begin to run from violet pools, and he wishes to step in to reassure her... but it wouldn't make a difference. He knew she loved the Constrictor... and he slowly began to accept it (although he didn't want to). Locket glances at Eytan, his former chieftess's bear. A frown finds its way to his pale lips as he sees her strong and beautiful before a herd of mercenaries. The image in his head fades to a broken mare who, like the rotting child, has become a monster that eats the flesh of others. "Not even the herds are safe from these beings.." He mutters to himself, fear prying at his mind. He pushes it as far as he can, standing tall and showing no signs of fear. He would stand strong for Lakota... and for his lost leader.

"talk talk talk"