The Long Journey at it's End [Hector/Open]

[OPEN] The Long Journey at it's End [Hector/Open]

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

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

Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate Dream

09-13-2016, 07:49 PM

His wings were clutched against his sides, so as to fight the urge to fly ahead to check on Amani. Ever since noting her swollen sides at the meeting, he had become over-protective of the Pegasus mare. Sturdy legs carried the two of them towards the Dragon's Throat, and soon they were at the edge of the far side of the throat. Horus would need a key to get into the throat or something, but only the herd leaders had those to give out right now. "Hmm... Lemme see if I can call for someone who has a key you could have to use to enter the throat." He said, scouring the beach across the water. Not spotting anyone, he let out a trumpeting call for someone in a position of authority who could accept Horus into the Throat and give him a key to enter and leave the herdland.

And then he thought of Gaucho... Oh how he would've loved for the Wildfire to see him bringing in new members to the Throat. A sigh escaped the stallion at the thought of the recent Sultan's death. It had hit the entire herd hard, especially him. He and Gaucho had been good friends since before the WildFire had been ranked as Sultan, and he missed him. Those emotions from both him and Amani had resulted in a night of passion in which a young foal was conceived. His first foal since the twins with Daenerys, those years ago. Even if he and Amani were just basically friends with benefits, he would be there for their foal, for the life they created together.

"Are you ready to meet those who lead the Dragon's Throat?" He asked suddenly, turning to his newfound friend. Fiery orange eyes blinked at the blood bay stallion, head tilting slightly as he spoke. Eyes darted between Horus and the shoreline on the opposite side, keeping an eye out for any leader or curious members that decided to come investigate his trumpeting call from the side of the Throat the herd did not reside on.

Text. "Speech."

@Horus Tarkus