It was his spars with Gaucho that made Bucephalus realize something he had only been vaguely blind to before. He was defenseless before those with magic, with power. There was only so much he could do to defend his herd with tooth and hoof. And defend them he desired. Gaucho's passion and love for the Throat was inspiring, fueling the growing protectiveness within the black. In an odd sort of way, he idolized the dun. He wished he could be such a symbol of power, of authority, a shield to defend his family from all the threats that bash against them, driving them away with all the fury of his body.

So he flew to the Isle in the sky in the late night, landing on the outer edges as far from the center of the Insula's activities as possible. From there, he walked on, passing place after place, none of the potential sites really capturing his attention nor feeling right to the black. White-dipped legs carried him across the isle, his gaze roaming until he found the perfect spot, and quickly he walked towards it.

The spot he chose was a cliff jutting out from the edge of the isle, rising towards the sky as if it had been a slope cut in half. He wasn't sure why he liked it, or why he thought it fitting... but it just felt right. The space was open, deserted, private. Slowly he began climbing up the slope. It would be easier to fly, but he didn't wish to. Something like what he planned to do would tolerate no shortcuts, no quick ways to finish. Finally he crested the top, standing on the edge of the cliff with the wind wrapping her silky fingers through his mane. He relaxed there for a moment, eyes closing as he took in the feeling before he bowed his head.

"I know not if you hear me or care that i am here, for i am of your herd but yet i do not honor you and only you as my God." He hesitated, raising his head to gaze at the growing sunrise. Normally he would be in the Throat, performing his daily ritual honoring the Wind and now the Sun and praying for safety of that day. "But since i have joined your herd in the desert, since i have welcomed it into my heart as my home, i have prayed to you daily."

He was silent for a moment, watching the sun as it peeked over the horizon. "Now i ask for your aid, pray for your help. I feel...defenseless, unable to fully protect your herd against the growing threats." It made him anxious, the uneasy truce with the Basin that seemed to be growing thin, the murders that have targeted members of the Throat... Bucephalus remained quiet, watching the sunrise with growing unease. The Throat was full of warriors that could defend it, but he felt as if he needed to help them, protect them so that they wouldn't have to fight. So that families would not be broken. So that friends would not be lost.

The Morningstar moved, neck bowing to the rising sun and wings unfurling, stretching up to their full extent, completely vertical. Holding the position made his shoulder muscles burn in protest, but he would not drop the stance until the sun rose fully. Daily he did this, and on this day he would do it too, praying for his God to speak with him.


(OOC: Using my VOTG pass to have Bucephalus quest for his LightXWind magic from the Sun God :D

LightXWind [Active]: Can create an aura of light that explodes like a sonic blast
[Restrictions: Opponent can evade due to growing glow; 2 uses in battle] ))