There's some kind of storm brewing in his eyes

Where are you?

It was a question that had been repeating in his mind for some time now. He’d gone west first, travelling at speed through the air to the Endless Blue. Scouring the night for a shadow that had been taken from him. From them. At first he had been stricken with panic, but now all he had was a heart full of determination and anger for the one who took her away from the confines of her home where she should have been safe. Hector had been travelling for some time, the direction of his enemy unknown, but one way or another he would find the beast and bring justice upon his/her head. He had sent Veci out ahead of him, the boggart was much better at searching in the dark and two pairs of eyes was always better than one. Though Hector often wondered if Veci had any eyes, invisible as he was.

Snorting in exasperation, he turned his direction back towards the Throat, angling North and set a course for Helovia’s Heart. He felt the presence of his bonded briefly as he drifted past and floated off in front, the steadily increasing breeze blowing through his mane picking up familiar scents of the Throat and he gazed towards it with a warm expression tinged with the telling lines of stress. He could not return there until he had found Shadow and retrieved her from whoever had taken her prisoner. It was time for the captor to turn into the captive, time to put all of his training to good use and finally earn his title of General. It was one thing gaining promotion, it was something entirely different earning it day by day.

Away from the Throat hours passed to the steady beat of his wings, senses alert to all around him whilst his mind stayed close to Veci. The land turned from desert to the beginnings of foliage marred by the gaping hole that was the Heart’s centerpiece, a little further away grew tall grasses that could hide the average horse, though Hector himself would probably stick out a little. Something else was here too. Lobes of vibrant orange laced back onto his head and quickly he followed Veci to the ground, bracing himself before placing his hooves upon the bare surface near the fire hole. Nostrils flared as a familiar scent lingered around the area and her frowned, turning towards the Heart as a hole, leonine tail whipping out to the side as he noted the male scent of her captor.

"Apologies, am I late for the party?" Dark sarcasm laced his booming voice as a dangerous smile formed upon his lips, ears still back as tail lashed from side to side. "Fun’s over coward, you’re coming with me." He snarled.

(This is a stealth through challenge aimed for Zar’roc.
w/c :: 473
Location :: Helovia’s Heart
Weather :: Clear night with an increasing easterly breeze.
Standard challenge rules apply, magic/companions subject to SW plot.)