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Hector’s hooves clattered over the semi-exposed face of a rust-red rock as he plunged through the undergrowth, the small sensitive leaves of a mid-height wait-a-minute shrub folding together fearfully as his sweaty bulk brushed by. Eyes searched hurriedly through the scrub to either side of the dusty track leading towards the epicentre of their territory, the lake, but he found no trace of ashen Sohalia; no scent lingered on the still, dry desert air, and the chaos of prints traipsing hither and thither, were much too damaged to make any sense of. His cupped ears darted backwards and forwards as he trotted on, listening carefully while Veci scouted nearby in an unusual show of cooperation.
In little time he found himself stumbling down the flimsy embankment of loose stone and sand, Hector’s large sound hooves colliding with the gently lapping water with a clumsy splash. Veci drifted by his companion amusedly, like only the passing of a delicate breath, and tangled himself playfully between the stallion’s long coppery legs.
“This is not a game. Help me find her...” The tone of his silent message was stern and impatient, chiding, and the mischievous Boggart sneered, enjoying the rise he had so easily gained.
I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I’m rarely still, but I never wander. What am I? came the infuriating response. Heeding the mounting irritation in his bonded’s mind he added
tree... and sent to Hector the sketchy vision of the mare he sought surrounded by the lush growth of the oasis right by the water.
His scowl diminishing, the soldier craned around with large glossy orange wings ajar. Quickly he located the copse enclosing the petite white mare and slid to a halt before her. Climbing quickly through pleasantries with a respectful dip of his large skull (always he revered his clan), Hector began.
"Sohalia, Rasta has collapsed by the north-eastern edge of the oasis. She has asked for you..." Immediately the pale dove had whirled away towards where Rasta lay, leaving the stallion to continue on and search for their Sun Physician, Andromeda, and Cera and Africa too if they were around. He couldn't easily send Veci to find them, though perhaps it would be a faster option; no one could see the naughty creature or know of his presence. Unless of course he was choking their lungs or haunting them.
Neither were options...
The stallion went a little less anxiously then, skirting the lake closely as he began his next task, purpose swelling through his core. Without finding the herd’s healer in the scattered bodies nearby, he turned west and started along another winding pathway through their home. Great feathery wings shook as they settled against his hot, heaving flanks, yearning always for the vast openness of the sky. He broke into a loping canter as the shrubs began to thin, face shifting constantly as he searched. As he came by brim of the desert not long after (much ground could be covered with legs as long as those churning beneath), lowered nostrils caught the fresh taste of the dappled Sultana lacing the gravelly sand and he traced it north, following with eagerly bursting snorts. Two rippling silhouettes emerged upon the hazy horizon and he called as he pulled alongside them- Africa and Andromeda.
"Rasta needs healing." He gasped shortly, sucking deeply the hot dusty air afterwards.
"Sohalia is with her now, but Africa, she had asked for you as well, and Cera." Hector found himself examining the naked, pink smeared shoulder of the one-winged, contemplating their fastest passage back. Perhaps it would be wiser for the lavender-eyed healer and himself to fly ahead...
[Ooc: sorry, rushed the last part, so it might seem choppy. @[Andromeda]]
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