The rather large mud coloured beast with orange spiked mane drifted at ease onto the soft sandy beach, his leonine tail flicking back and forth. Another day was slowly drawing it's conclusion and the night prepared it's beginning, a tirade of colours glittered and danced off the calm sea. He watched it whilst walking and wondered how something so natural, like the sun, could create such a wonderful spectacle. The air was cooling and Hector found it rather pleasant strolling across the beach, his wings tucked into his sides and horn dipping down and up to the movement of his head.

His orange gaze snapped to a movement on the coastline, a shimmer of white in the shape of a beautiful arab mare. Her hooves seemed to caress the foamy shore and the way her coat caught on the light made his heart freeze in astonishment at her beauty. She looked lost in thought, a perfectly carved statue staring out into the sunset. Hector didn't realize the presence of Ahriman until he was nearly upon them. He stopped rather abruptly and, for the first time, spoke without hesitation. The normally self conscience steed allowed his booming vocals, laced with awe, to compliment the dame. "I don't think I've ever seen a mare as beautiful as you."

For the first time Hector realized that her legs were splashed in gold, his eyes first mistaking them as a trick of the retreating sun. Naive was the boy but he was honest in his words, he didn't know of any other way he could of expressed his awe without saying it out loud. Although now he shuffled his feet in embarrassment, his mind running through a million other things he could of said.

Daenerys. It was unusual and beautiful which only lended more to Hector's youthful infatuation with a mare he'd only just met. He touched the side of her nose gently then retreated again, unsure whether he trusted himself to linger their longer. Especially with little Ahriman in close attendance. A leonine tail flicked into the air as he offered his own introduction. "I'm honoured to meet such a fine lady and her handsome colt. My name is Hector, of the Dragons Throat." His vocals boomed out again, like there was someone behind the scenes amplifying its sound.

Hector allowed his nose to dip down and greet the little colt, not wanting the boy to be afraid of him and to be calm in his presence. Assured he'd done all he could, the tribrid turned back to the arabian femme. She was his complete contrast, dainty features and a petite body. Snowy white pelt with golden splashes. He was large, incredibly large with wings and horns. Orange mane and the tail of a lion. What would she think of him? It was nice to see another with such an open mind, she seemed to accept him even though he was a mere stranger to her. So Hector continued on, blissfully happy in her presence.

"What is a pretty femme like you doing out at sun fall? Apart from dazzling mine eyes" his compliments came one on top of the other, Hector was still only 3 so he did not understand the subtleties it took to charm another. His head had curved to the side now and waited for a reply, the sun picking up the more brighter shades of orange in his short cropped mane.

[Derp. My muse for this guy is out the window atm :| I'm going to put him on AA once I've finished his thread with Mirage. So I'll try wrap this up as fast as I can. Sorry for making you wait!]

Hector looked brightly at the young Ahriman, his broad face dipped and returned his curious gesture with a touch of his rather large velvet nose. Snorting as the colt moved away, permission granted by his ravishing mother, and off into the dunes. The little Ahriman taking advantage of his short childhood. Hector gave Daenery's a sceptical look at her sigh to which he followed with a shy laugh. "He will make a fine stallion one day" orange pools watching the frolicking horse disappearing before turning back to the gold splashed femme.

She spoke in her soft, kind tones. A melody on his chocolate lobes and he shook his head in embellished shock at her words, distinctly disagreeing that she was just a 'lonely soul' but said nothing and instead listening to her final question. Hector's orange crowned face went blank for a moment as he thought back to the reasoning behind coming here, really, there was no reason. A whim would be the best answer, and, what a whim that was! He never expected to find a enchantress such as this femme when he left the throat looking for solitude. Instead he found the greatest company a steed could ever ask for.

Small and gentle, a smile graced his boyish face. She was his age but seemed much older, so sure and kind in her words. Already a mother. Maybe that was why. Or maybe Hector was still immature. Who knew. He opened his mouth to allow his booming vocals a voice once more. "To look upon the beauty of the beach and to see more than just endless desert. I did not know I would find such company as yours here."

A hoof moved in front of the other and in turn so did the rest until he stood at her side, pressing a tender nose to her snowy cheek. Brushing his looming body against the side of her dainty arabian cover, oh so gentle, as not to hurt and instead caress. The future was far from the mind of the horned tribrid this evening as each thought remained in the present. He wanted her company and more. If she'd allow it. He paused a moment and ruefully smiled, hoping he hadn't been too forward.