Hector

"Veci! Come. We must carry on our duties"

Came the booming voice of Hector and called to his mischievous boggart, who was lagging behind and inspecting something on the ground, his form shifting into that of an eagle for moments before he became invisible once again. Most likely, the troublesome ghost was trying to scare an unsuspecting mouse on the frosty undergrowth below. It seemed to be becoming Veci's favourite form, that of a proud eagle souring the skies and every time the hybrid asked why the boggart simply replied with a mixture wondrous emotions and images of beautiful flight. After that, Hector had chuckled because after all, he too knew what it was like to glide ones wings through crisp air and feel like you're on top of the world. For now though, the pair flew together over the tops of trees, the threshold shivered in the awakening of winter. Though the orange boy had to admit, though he preferred the cold, he had never seen quite such beauty and majesty in the landscape than in Frostfall. It was almost worth the freezing cold. Almost.

There were so many scents filling the air, the claiming grounds of Helovia were one of the busiest places in the land and always someone was there. Either from a herd looking for recruits, or strangers stumbling upon the gem that was Helovia tucked away and surrounded by glorious mountains, robust trees and the glittering ocean. Lately, the poor giant was experiencing a spell of bad luck with his recent attempts. Always the new comers he met seemed to be more interested in a better offer, though it did not diminish his youthful spirit that carried on his duties in the name of Kri and the beautiful land that was the Dragons Throat. It was then that he spotted her from the clouds, her form a picture of monochrome with splashes of sapphire and glorious wings sprouted atop her lithe back. Even from above Hector could see that she was quite a beautiful mare and around his very age. Tucking his wings in a little, the hybrid glided down, carefully picking his way through the branches of naked trees until large equine feet pressed against the snowy floor with a thud, leonine tail whipping out to the side as he did so.

He had hoped to land not too far away from her and with gentle eyes he attempted to approach the painted belle with Veci floating invisibly by his side, exuding curiosity and excitement. Proffering his head that was filled with horns of a rhino, splashed deep chestnut and white, lips parted to offer kind words as he welcomed this mare into the land. "Hello miss. Welcome to Helovia, my name is Hector of the Dragons Throat. May I help you?" Toning his rumbling voice to a calmer baritone as eyes of fire serenely gazed at the mare, awaiting her answer patiently.