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When at last the golden gaze of the God came to rest upon him, Hector opened his glorious wingspan in respectful salutation, and the gilt flecks across them glistened like blazing fire. Hard, sound hooves shifted through the yielding grass tussocks as he stepped closer through those still present, though no shadow swept across him, only sheer radiance engulfed his large coppery form. He paused as the golden blooms danced from his reach, thinking hard, for the opportunity to speak with his Lord was a gift seldom deserved.
What do I seek?
He drew a long breath. The answer seemed obvious....
"I wish to protect Dragon’s Throat more effectively. Would you lend me flames so that I might better defend your followers against our foes?" It was an obvious choice. Keeping the borders of his home had always been his duty- his
passion, though a strange weight suddenly fell across his shoulders; and a greyness through his mind.
"Perhaps..." He began again quietly, pensively, considering the nature of the insight given to those before him, and the flare of confusion through his simple, mortal soul. He closed his wings quickly, tucking them snug against his slim barrel.
Hector was a devout disciple; he prayed often and served fiercely his home. Still, life had changed so dramatically since those first steps taken through the sands of the Throat, and he held not the same brazen confidence that he’d drawn from the likes of Kri (in the beginning), Gaucho, and of his dear brother Midas. The loss of so many warriors had worn heavily upon his heart.
"...perhaps you could advise me also? I’ve not felt the thrill of life since even our loss of the Resolute. I fear glumness has settled inside me, I cannot shake it, and now I’ve lost my direction." The stallion spoke softly, unwilling to divulge to these strangers surrounding that he felt lost- that his home was not quite the gloriously strong nation it had been in the past.
He did not admit so carelessly either, that it was in his mind to start down a new path, discover an education and perhaps further a skill aside from the army. Instead Hector’s jaw tightened across the thought, sealing together marbled teeth and he fell silent before the grace of his Lord.
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