No Time for Lies and Empty Fights
He had always held an affinity for the beautiful ferocity of fire; the burning radiance of the sun, the light, all that was exemplified by the most superb of all the Gods. Hector wore the glory of such hues upon the sleek pelt which was wrapped so snuggly around his magnificent frame- not that he had considered it to be so, for the length of his five years. The creature, a confused concoction of blood, feather and ivory, was shroud by aura of strength and confidence; a gift granted by the years of hard labour and militaristic training. But suppressed beneath the airs and graces, far down in his core, was a sensitivity and grave insecurity that had never been beaten.
He strode through the rising dust of his homeland to meet the herd for the first time since returning; the call of Gaucho was heeded dutifully, and he hastened towards the limestone waves to the north of the oasis. His wings rested at ease to each side, their tapering primaries riding comfortably the rock of his limber hips before reaching still further to drape above the steady flick of the long leonine tail which waved steadily behind. Hector was always alert; his obligation was for the security of those who served this herd; those built for war like himself, the young, the old and those delicate souls who sought paths foreign to his own principles; Africa, Rasta and Sohalia whose faces first came to mind.
The crowd gathered quickly, each regarding the summons of their leaders with due respect and Hector among them, settled himself to listen at the back. It was natural stance to take- to step with the frontline or secure the tail, either felt appropriate. Gaucho delivered a speech regarding the grace of the Sun God, the patron of their home; this desert they stood now upon, and the liver chestnut nodded, agreeing with the argument put forward. Midas then spoke, also in favour- which was reassuring given the solder knew well his brother served unswervingly the God of the Earth.
"Yes." He offered simply, finding not the need for garbles of wording to pledge his agreement. Hector had not personally met the Sun God like so many seemed to have, but he walked comfortably through his light always, slept upon his bed and was today dressed in billowy, flickering flames which had been given by him. Certainly the need for spiritual reflection and respect had come.
[ooc: short vibes -rubs temples- Hector is in favour if his vote counts. After reviewing his history and wishlist and stuff, I figured he wouldn’t be opposed]
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