Boldly, the former Prince danced to the edge of the dry looking precipice with a gaze that pierced across the lands of the throat. Adorned in masses of grown out fiery mane and a long, lithe leonine tail that too spouted orange coloured hair in thick strands. The wind liked to play with it as his body was made to look even more vibrant in the setting sun, the land this Soldier guarded was peaceful as always. Violent wars hadn't touched the territory in a long time and in the lull of peace it's name had grown mightier for the horses who inhabited it. Hector was proud to be apart of this land, and proud to serve as one of it's protectors. His young mind once so infested with the past had now managed to forgive the wrongs inflicted upon him so he could clear himself a path for the future. Those emotional bonds made to once close friends had now been severed, it was time to make new bonds of friendship.

Someone flew against the horizon, their figure just an outline to the eyes of Hector who squinted in attempt to identify the soul whose course seemed set for the sea. The hulking, young man soon left his vantage point in search of this stranger. Curiosity sparked as legs fired into action, preparing for flight. "Veci, come!" He said in gentle command. Feeling the presence of his boggart friend drifting alongside him as the tribrid took flight into the sky, large wings propelling him forwards into the pleasant warm air.

Hector followed the line of the horizon all the way to the coastline with his tail swishing happily from side to side. Soon he landed upon the crimson sand to watch the grey form of Vesta wading into the ocean. Looking a little worse for wear. Hector didn't get chance to ask the fellow her name during the warriors meeting, he remembered it was this mare who had volunteered alongside himself to stay and protect the Throat whilst the bulk of their force went to war. Though he knew very little of the grey Soldier, Hector was sure she could fight just as well as the rest of them and so the youth ventured into the ocean's shallows, eyes wide and welcoming. "I hope the water is soothing for you, sister. If you don't mind me saying, you look somewhat haggard."

He could feel Veci floating around the side of his head then, watching their comrade with just a hint of mischief, which earned him a stern stare from Hector. Slowly, the orange warrior dipped his leonine tail into the vibrant blue water and flicked it onto his back with a sigh of content.

He watched her curiously, head tilting to one side in an almost boyish manner as she observed him. Often he wondered how others perceived his appearance and how much that influenced their judgment of him. The hefty stallion was mostly the opposite of his build in personality, his words kind and polite if a little aloof at times, the horns and the wings that had grown in tandem painfully put him at odds with most during his foal days. This place, however, seemed a little different. He was still met with the same note of surprise or even intimidation, yet not one of them had come towards him with hostility. It was a nice feeling to know that he now had some friends, it made him feel... Stronger inside. Like an invisible arm around his shoulders. Forever would he cherish them. Ears tweaked to catch the words of the steel coloured mare and he smiled in understanding, but couldn't say much more in reply as another had arrived.

Turning his head, the young Soldier noticed the familiar monochrome of Midas, his General to whom Hector now brought himself to attention and smiled briefly at the painted stud who had beaten him fairly in a mighty race. "General!" He bellowed in a way of greeting, noting his colourful companion with a note of awe. Veci had noticed the Zephyr too and seemed to be almost sitting on Hector, bubbling up with excitement whilst his bonded had a pretty good idea what was getting his boggart all excited. It was rare for them to come across another who shared the same tender mental strings as they did, he remembered the antlered one from the meeting had found a friend in a snake. Even then, Veci had been excited to see another who knew the depths and intricacies of a bonded pair. Hector resisted the urge to chuckle and turned his attention back to the tired looking femme who announced herself as a warrior by the name of Vesta.

Long, leonine tail swung to curl a little around his right back leg as he dipped his head to Vesta. It was good to finally put a name to a face, a pretty face it would have been too if she didn't look so sternly at them. It was an expression Hector knew from himself, though whether he mentally recognized it or not who would know, he was often too preoccupied with other matters to bring himself to concentrate fully on something. Though the sternness he could not quite pull off and he strangely admired the little tom boy looking warrior for that reason, his boy like features didn't allow for such cold expressions. Instead he often switched between a brooding teenager whose eyes glinted like fire under darker lids and a happy man who had a feel for life.

"I am Hector, a Solder also." He introduced himself to the mare before stepping back a little to include Midas. It had often come to his attention that he knew very little of his superior, the only bits he did know were that he was a fine warrior and a fine flyer. He always seemed attentive to Kri at meetings and offered his services whenever he could. From a distance, Hector admired the flesh and blood of the warrior he saw. Yet, what lay beneath was a complete mystery, though it wouldn't surprise him if Midas was just as honourable and kind in the very vaults of his heart. "I confess I have not spoken to my fellow warriors in some time. My ways have been bent towards recruitment. It is nice to settle in the company of like minded fellows." He said kindly to both of them, if a little shy.

He was never a great conversation starter.