Victory!

Elation was evident in the stallion. Though he had been hankering for a fight, he was relieved that triumph had come so swiftly and easily. It meant that he was not put in harm’s way – it meant no recovery time, more time he could use to spend with Cass, and more time he could use to fortify the borders of their home.

Their home.

He was thrilled as he took to the skies, scouting out the lands which he was sure he would come to love, for they would be the lands that he would raise his family. They would be the lands he would no doubt shed blood, sweat and tears upon to defend. Pumping his wings faster, he climbed higher and higher, and engaged his magic to enhance his sight – this way, he was high enough to not be spotted, but had the vision capabilities to see any intruders. Only the usual members inhabited the lands today, however, potentially a few ground-dwelling allies stopping by for a visit. None stirred any trouble and so he let them be met by others on patrol.

The call that echoed across the lands and skies reached his ears not long after. It was a call that resonated through his very core, one he would gladly answer any day – the call of his Leader, the strong and Resolute Kri, who had successfully led them into this new home. He was grateful to her, and if he had any doubts before about trusting her, there were no doubts present now. Angling his flight, he dropped beneath the large clouds. His descent was steep, it was all a part of his training regime. To pull oneself out of a deep dive was a skill many Pegasi surprisingly lacked, or unpractised at, and so he made sure to do it every day. You never know when such a move could be useful as an attack, or even evading an attack. His great wingspan strained as the ground rushed up beneath him, and he lifted his head first against the great updraught of wind, before grunting with the effort of straightening his broad wingspan out and flying quite low to the ground, still a little way away from where his Leader stood.

He returned her call with one of his own, and it contained everything he felt within the rich baritone chords. Happiness, respect, gratitude and loyalty were but a few that mingled in with the returned call. Flapping his wings, and potentially sending a great wave of wind to wash over the gathered (though he figured they wouldn’t mind, seeing as most were of the feathered variety anyway), he landed smoothly, entering at an easy trot and folding his great feathered appendages down to his sides. Approaching his liege, he bowed his crown to her. Upon lifting the handsome cranium, an honest smile was upon his lips and he made to speak in response to her own words.

“Welcome home indeed my Lady. We are very fortunate in our victory – however may I say, without yourself we may not have gathered and obtained it at all. My thanks is given, as well as the promise of defending these lands against any who dare intend to strike against us.” He spoke with cordial respect and honesty, the words rich and melodic. Indigo eyes peered upon her formally, viewing her as she should be viewed, a respectful figure of his life. He was proud of what they had achieved, even if it was such a walk in the park to obtain. He took her words to heart though, and processed thoughts of organised patrols and guards, as well as spars and trainings for the willing. He kept silent for now though, awaiting whatever else might come.