The brothers were patrolling, the dull, meaningless task of scouting the borders for anything suspicious, anything that could mean harm to the lands they serve. The Foothills had grown quiet, complacent, and they were growing bored of this mundane task. They needed something, anything to do, to keep them interested. Mirage still longed for them to stay here, but for what? They were restless, and annoyed at the way the herd was being infiltrated - how many had been taken from their borders now? Stolen, captured, whisked away in dark of the night. What could they do?

The herd was dying, and while there were a stubborn few who remained, refusing to admit it, they had long since admitted it. They longed to join their family in the Edge, their sisters, to serve the Qian more directly. Their loyalties to the Foothills was driven by duty, by a respect for their sister, who had taken on a matriarchal role in their lives. Mirage had told them that Gossamer had returned to the lands of Helovia, and was now residing in the Edge.. She had been one of only few they had held respect for - though they did admire their numerous Chief's battle prowess, the more, political side of things had let the herd down.

With suspicion written in their eyes they beheld this stallion who approached them now, though their faces remained impassive, they followed him with only small nods given in response. There wasn't much a single stallion could do to them, not when they were together, surely? The Deep Forest was a land they knew well enough, one that they had patrolled along with the Foothills ever since the Qian had begun. They knew it well, and knew well enough too that numerous scents seemed to have crossed their path in the past, but with it being a land in the Wilds of Helovia, they stupidly, disregarded that information as unimportant.

They came to a stop in a small field, the brothers stood alert, their postures stoic, still and yet poised to move, their eyes reflecting this steed before them with a sharp critical stare.

"What the fuck is it you want?" Madyrn's deep, gravelly voice boomed from his maw, crimson forelegs shuffling as the more restless of the duo itched to know what was in store for them - almost in an excited kind of way.

Something was not right here.

[Not sure if you want to have an actual NPC show up and surround them, or if you just want to say from Rafe's account, either way is fine by me. ]

That knawing, unsettling, hair-raising sensation of eyes watching your every move settled upon the brothers, and even as they thought they heard shuffling in the shadows, they knew am ambush was about. Guarding their expressions as the crowd came near to them, the muscles along their backs stiffened, as with squinted eyes, they observed the gathering that surrounded them. Their own flanks rubbed together, they would not allow themselves to be separated, instead preferring to feel the heated side of the others twin. They were not scared - they could tell that harm would only come their way if they chose to fight. Madyrn trembled with the effort of restraining the fury building up within him. Maskan felt the same, but his cool demeanour refused to budge, even as he gave his brother a firm nip on the nape to remind him to show control. While his temper simmered down, a crazed look had entered Madyrn's eye, but his mind screamed at him to remain calm, to control himself, to wait for the opportune moment.


With a sullen glance thrown at the bloody bay who brought them here, the brothers followed wherever he led them like meek dogs. It was fortunate that they had spent so much time in the woods of the Deep Forest during the time when the Qian did not yet possess the Edge. Anywhere Rafe led them to, they would know it - and this greatly increased their chances of escaping this fiend's captivity.

[ Sorry for the wait! ]