Clouds rumbled in the sky as the thunderstorm absorbed itself. Einarr stood before the river, still fat with the extra waters of the Earth God's flood, silently grazing. His wings tucked carefully into his sides, his black coat damp with the whisper of the storm that had passed. It was a comfort being out of the Throat, but his mind wandered back to Mordecai and his muscles tensed with slight worry. He knew his daughter was safe with Megaera, but knowing that there had been an attempt on her life when she was just minutes old was a veil that would never leave Einarr. The worry would always exist, somehow and somewhere. It may grow smaller the more the filly aged,but it would always exist. Despite the worry that crept into his breast, Einarr reveled in being outside of the Throat. The grasses, moist with droplets of rain, were lush and filled his belly well. The stallion had always been a desert dweller, and the moments he was able to delve into the riches of dark green grasses, he was a pleased stallion.

Lifting his head, Einarr moved his body slowly towards the river. Red-brown eyes narrowed some as he approached the fast moving river, just at the fork. The stallion stepped onto the muddy bank carefully, cloven toes spread wide. He had no desire to slip and fall into the quickly moving waters. He had heard stories of horses stronger than him, more able than him, being swallowed whole by rivers with no time for them to call out for help. Taking his fill of the liquid, Einarr quickly turned his body on the muddy bank and cantered a few strides back into the long, lush grass and continued to graze, wings falling lax at his sides.
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The scurrying storm all but left overhead, small whispers of sunlight trying to pry through the thick clouds. The stallion continued to graze, tail slapping at the last remaining flies. Soon the world would be grabbed in Frostfall and the flies would all but disappear from everywhere except the Throat and the beach. Einarr sighed some at that thought, feathered wings rustling some as the wind filtered through them.

In the distance, Einarr heard the rustling of feathers and the sound of hooves pulsing against the ground. The brute's dark head lifted on his thick neck. Sienna colored eyes narrowed some, honing in on the tribrid as she approached. Her canter did not seem aggressive, and she showed no signs of initiating a fight with him. Despite that, Einarr's wings lifted on his shoulders and his muscles tensed. His whole body puffed up by instinct, his warrior's mind telling him not to trust appearances. The girl was lanky and tall, but showed the promise of bulk to come. The white-marked stallion snorted, one cloven hoof scraping against the earth in a bull-like fashion. Ears twitched atop his crownless head as his mind whirled, gears turning as he watched her.

She did not speak as she slowed and, finally, stopped before him. He drank her in, eyes flicking and scanning over her body. She was oddly colored, and the horns and wings that mixed on her body were only reminiscent of a few Einarr knew. He knew Hector to have such an appearance, as well as the God of the Earth. No others in Helovia that the guardian had met held such traits. "What your name!?" The brute snorted, body squared before the tall filly.


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The mare before him was a curious creature. She hardly flinched as Einarr made his instinctual move of a threat, a challenge. She did not attack him. Merely, she stood before him and watched him. Her golden eyes reminded the blood rider of his mother. The black pegasus that had given him life shared the same molten gold color to her iris. The generally stone-faced warrior looked at this girl with some skepticism clearly painted on his masculine features. His dark brows knit together and his sienna eyes narrowed slightly. Slowly, but with intention, the stallion pulled his wings back down to his sides as the girl spoke. His tail gave a few quick lashes against his blackened hocks.

"Yer akka hash vos." You also do not. He gave a snort after his words, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of his ashen lips. This girl was smart, smarter than most her age--or at least what Einarr guessed to be her age. She looked to be over a yearling, but not quite as old as Rhoa, who had just past his second year. On cloven hooves, the Warden took a step towards the female, though he still stayed square before her as he closed the distance by one step, then two. "Sometimes difficult to understand because speak different." He gave, speaking about himself. The girl had not given his name, and so he kept his own at bay for now. He did not know why she had chosen to pass over his question and give her own observation of him, but Einarr would not challenge it. She was young, and the stallion would let ignorance be justification for her actions--but just this once.


@[Isopia]