Upon a pale maw, a twisted smirk lies in the curve of lips normally pressed into calm submission. There is a fire in icy eyes, an oxymoron if any has been truer. Dark earthen hooves press into the cold, frozen soil that is hidden from sight. They are not left blind for long, for his Goddess swells in the sky, following her children like a lost foal into the realm where she belongs. Silver luminescence takes up the entirety of the peninsula, glowing in the frost and icy flakes that winter still stubbornly places upon the land despite the absence of it’s creators. One of their protectors has returned. Triumph shines on the faded golden visage of Her WingLeader, a wicked shine to his orbs as they glitter in Her returned dominance over the skies. Battered and sore he returns, victorious, to the lands She held beneath her surveillance and grace. Like a mighty predatory bird, tawny wings are held aloft to increase an already impressive posture.

Blood may stain his coat, and iron may linger within his jaws, but he has won. In the final hour of judgment, as two souls and bodies clashed, he had been the one to land the final blow. It was he who took revenge for the attempted ruination of a child’s already jumbled life. He had emerged victorious, a seasoned warrior returning with another notch upon his sword. Ache he may, but he regrets nothing. Azale Moniet had deserved to be protected, especially after all the grief she’d had to endure. Slumber may sound heavenly, limbs may shriek in protest, and sweat may cool his frame further, but Kaj does not once even think of turning back the clock to change his mind.

The borders are strong in his senses, and with the added shine of his Maiden overhead, the World’s Edge glimmers beneath the moonshine- a beacon calling him home. Tonka was not left beyond his range of sight, stubbornly keeping the darkly painted stallion to his word at the very beginning of Kaj’s issued challenge. Like a shepherd he herds him onward, Kaj an angered swan whose wings flared threateningly at any attempt to turn and escape. As the markers fade behind them the further they delve into the forestry around them, Kaj’s excited adrenaline-buzz only turns more frantic. It swells up like a balloon in his breast, threatening to spill and burst from its container at any given moment. He does not try to keep it in.

Like a battle cry his voice rings out over the countryside, declaring his success and calling forth any who wished to speak with him after his brief absence. Adrenaline is not meant to be lived off of, for it slacks away like lakewater from a silken coat the moment he pauses. A fierce stab of icy cobalt irises is the sign to Tonka that they are halting, and if he does not then he will pay the consequences. Even if Kaj was unable to so much as twitch, Tonka would not win. Kinly bonds held the Edge together, and they would rise in a sea of support the moment his knees touched the earth. Tonka wouldn’t make it halfway to the border before another Edge brother or sister caught up to him. It was in his best interest to listen to Kaj while he could- he would be far more lenient in the moment than he would be later if he were taken advantage of.

Azure eyes flash, smirk crawls onto his handsome features, and frame draws itself taller- he does not care if Tonka edges past him in height, they are both impressive in mass. ”You’re playing by my rules now, scum.” Winking just to be that much more of an asshole- something a bit out of character for Kaj- the WingLeader turned his crown from the other stallion to face the woods once more.

They would come. They always came.

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Tags: @[Tonka]
Notes: Any and all welcome so long as Sky/Tonka can post first ^__^