Something had happened to the soldier on his patrol. When he rose into flight, a bright light filled the air around him and completely enveloped him. He tried to fight it, he struck out at the unknown, but there was no target. When the light dissipated, however, Einarr had been changed. Behind him now waved a flag of brilliant, thick, dark tassels. He had a lion's tail now, following the length of his body. It was odd, and for the first few hours after acquiring the mutation, he flew clumsily. He was quick to learn how to maneuver with the new appendage, however, and was as graceful and powerful as before as he strode on the winds.

Einarr was busy, patrolling and herding soldiers to their duties and training his son. Megaera was busy, tending to the herd--her flock. They had not convened since their last pairing, but even as Einarr followed her call he could tell her sides were swelling. A spark ignited a flame of pride in his breast. She carried on more of his offspring. Mordecai, Asavvi, and Nizho would be granted with a new brother or sister. Tipping his wings, Einarr circled and landed in his place--at the head of the warriors. Folding his dark wings against his sides, the stallion listened as his mate spoke out to the herd.

He lifted his own head after she spoke, turning it only when another stallion far from his side spoke. He recognized the boy as one of his soldiers, but he did not know the creature to be any outstanding civilian. He lifted a brow, long tail flicking behind him like the lions it was crafted after. Cloven toes stretched in the sands, the words rolling over on his tongue before he spoke them. "Einarr is Gladiator of the desert." He turned to face Reginald some, amber eyes burning into grey. "To rise in rank you must spar with Einarr."

The tall stallion turned then, eyes scanning out on the crowd. He made so that his eyes rested on each of his warriors longer than the civilians. "Any that want to be warrior see Einarr. Any wanting higher rank, spar Einarr. Any wanting to learn to fight, watch Einarr. Aithniel is Guardian, she good to watch if Einarr on patrol." Einarr let his wings rise some, maw lifting high as he spoke, "Dragon's Throat strong, but it can be stronger!"