Hector basked in the heat. The Dragon's Throat was much like his old land with it's blistering heat and sparkling blue waters, the vast orange hues of the horizon were easy to get used to and it's borders were mercilessly protected by their infamous Commander. Calmly, he walks across the oasis and out into the desert land, lifting his wings a little higher to take in the heated rays and grunting in satisfaction as the slight breeze ruffled his liver coloured fur. He lifted a double horned head to the sky and searched for any on comers. It had been a while since Hector had been in contact with anyone, in truth, he had gone missing for some time. Picking his way around Helovia and mulling over his decision to stay within these lands. In the shift of seasons between Frost Fall and Bird Song, Hector had finally decided that he had made the right choice and laid his ever troubled mind to rest.

Now he finally came out of the hole he had built for himself and presented himself before his chosen herd land. Sorrowful that he couldn't offer them anything sooner but determined to set this right. A few he could remember, Melissa the bay mare and Kri the Resolute, kind in word she had been but hard in her heart. There was Mirage the Dragon Heart and Paladin the Valiant, a messenger only he was to them, but at least that time he had been useful. There was a child who had met him in the Threshold, Kimber her name, a seemly filly who had tried to convince him to come back with her to the Foothills. Lastly Daenerys, an enchanting mare who had him before her hooves in a simply glance. Her beautiful, alabaster fur combined with shimmering gold, Hector still found her in his dreams.

All had been kind to him and now he needed to show his loyalty.

Hector moved his head away from the sky and looked out across the arid land, there was much he had to prove and personal goals he had to achieve. His mind was finally made and this was the life Hector chose.

Another approaches and Hector swings to look at the pale unicorn before him, smiling gently as he came across non-threatening and the tribrid offered him the same courtesy. Dipping his head in warm welcome whilst noting the strange markings upon his pelt, red in colour with bands that travelled up his legs and a heart marking his rear. Adorned in a mane and flying a tail that looked as if he'd dipped them in blood, crowning his appearance with a crimson horn. The Soldier tilted his head to the side with a face that spoke volumes of curiosity. He had never seen this one around before though that wasn't all too surprising considering he had been keeping to himself of late. The pale stud's voice spoke volumes of friendship and Hector amused himself over the question, he could almost ask the same of the stallion, who now named himself as Valentine.

"I've been here for some time now, but have been a little quiet amongst the herd of late. A few things troubling me" he said with an honest face. It had been sometime since he'd spoken to another and was quite nervous as to how he would be received by the soul in front of him. The more friendly Valentine was the more confidence Hector gained. "A pleasure to meet you Valentine. My name is Hector." The Soldier always felt that his voice was inadequate for most things, it's booming volume hard to miss and when he laughed it almost felt like the earth should be shaking. A loud voice for a large boy, it was another thing he was bullied for as a colt, but no longer did he care about it. At three years old he could forgive the endless teasing of his former childhood 'friends', he had a much better life to live for now.

"You are also a new face to me Valentine, what brought you to the Dragons Throat?" His question was out of honest curiosity, for Hector knew it was the strength he admired in Kri that had brought him to the Throat herd. After fleeing for so long over a great many miles, Hector didn't know if there were any horse out there. It had been the first and last time he had ever left his homeland and the Soldier would never regret that decision.