Harcos was the one that alerted Tyrath to his father's presence, and those from the throat who accompanied it. He'd left, for a lack of a better reason, to strike out and see what he could learn about Kaos himself. Inaction was the start of downfall, of compliance and laziness. The stallion would not allow himself to simply stand by the sidelines and watch it all unfold without him, he'd lingered enough on the side, pondering and contemplating his life choices and which path he would set a firm hoof upon.

The scars which gouged deep lines into his neck were a permanent reminder that he'd nearly lost his head, to the bone creature the God-like amalgamation had conjured to protect his black altar. The rain only served to emphasize the grizzly keepsake, slicked his ashen fur against his hide and reduced his mane to limp ringlets that clung to his neck in thick ropes. The wounds had healed, with help of Tae and her magic, but the damage had been done, the sloping lines of his thickly muscled neck would forever be claimed and marked by the shadowed God in the Marshes.

Harcos trilled his song toward Tyrath through their bond, red eyes pulled from a fixed point in the distance toward where his dragon had already darted toward. In the depths of the marsh he looked like a beast, red eyes alight and body aflame from the inside out, against the backdrop of muted colours and rot, an unmoving ominous statue of flame. Until he heaved a sigh and began to trudge after his bonded. His footfalls landed heavy in the water and sucking mud, and his thunderous pace slowed to a determined walk after awhile, not that he minded, Harcos would announce his arrival to his father.

Announce he did, he broke through the branches and limp foliage in a burst of speed, wings spread to circle over the indomitable with a happy shriek. A breath of smoke exhaled through his toothy maw as it broke into a reptilian grin as his head nudged towards Tyrath when he finally appeared, then turned his attention to look for Verzes and Vadir. He had missed Verzes, and he had developed quite the crush on the golden queen, despite being painfully aware that she wouldn't spare a second glance toward him for the colour of his scales alone.

"Apa." He greeted, warmth laced in the single word and allowed a small smile to appear on his lips. The skull faced colt turned his attention to the rest in turn and nodded a faint greeting to them, words withheld purposely, then turned his attention back to his father. "Need an extra pair of hooves?"