Change was coming over the lands once again and he decided it was time.  Time to venture forth across the lands to seek his purpose.  He lacked purpose these days and it ate him inside.  He craved a challenge and only one land he had heard of promised that.  Nerine.  

So across mountains and through forests he came.  His large frame stopped for nothing nor no one.  When he set his mind to something there was no stopping him.  He was The Hunter after all.  A protector too.  He was kind and loving but a strength unmatched by many.  Through his infinite years he had ruled lands, fought battles, loved many as well.  And he had many more years to live, to serve.  So like a thunder he rolled into the kingdom fore which he seeked.  Standing solid and alert at the edge his blue gaze scanned the terrain.  Searching for the one who ruled the lands or if unavailable another resident in charge.  He stood ready... Waiting... Fore he had walked thru the valley of death and he feared NO evil. 

As he waits patiently, cause frankly when you have an eternity to live time is nothing, he surveys the land.  Of what he can see it looks like a fine Kingdom.  The west horizon stretches as far as thee eye can see across a blanket of crested waves.  Sea-green grasses sparsely decorate the terrain giving the inhabitants needed nourishment.  Yes, it was a fine land.  His large frame rested and orbs half lidded lazily.  Salty breeze whipped his drapery across them...

He had just become content when a shifting in the distance caught his eye.  A disturbance of sorts that he couldn't quite put his hoof on.  Lobes thrusted forward in amusement as two figures were seen amongst the happenings.  As they neared everything seemed to settle.  They approached with little caution or reserve.  The child happily bounding beside his mother brought a gentle smile to his maw.  The decorative mare seemed sure of herself so he could only assume she held position along with power.  Her abrupt words backed with a spitfire tone confirmed his assumption.  But one should never assume...

Relaxed position remained as she approached and questioned his intentions.  Crown dipped in a polite manner as he began to answer them, "Orion, miss. I 'tam but a servant M'Lady.  In 'twhatever why I shall be of service to thy Kingdom 'ere".  His words were strong but kind.  Looking down to the young one still at her side.  He found it rude to skip formalities before business so he left it at that.  He could tell she had more to say... Much more.

Nayl...His Queen...She hadn't to have said it.  He already knew.  Her tone gave it away.  Along with her posture and everything else about her.  They had that way about them.  To tell you all you needed to know without a word.  But he was polite and let her enjoy her moment.  Smiling as his gaze that had rested so easily upon her slid to the young one at her side.  A spitting imagine and the pride within her beamed upon speaking his name.  "Hello Castile.  'Tis a pleasure to meet thee." Lowering his large head to the child's level he spoke kindly.  He was rather fond of children.  Memories of the filly left in the forest coming to mind as he had watched over her.  Making sure she had been safe until found...

He returned back to his usual position just as she instructed for him to follow.  Which he did a step or two behind and to her side.  The colt eyeing him as they walked.  He was curious to see what the lands held.  She spoke briskly of questions had and though he had no immediate question he simply said, "I shall My Queen, if one shall arise." 

He follows obediently.  His stride consciously slowed as each heavy hoof was planted upon Nerine soil.  She was on a mission and he allowed it.  Stoking the flame of passion that burned brightly in her soul for her lands... Her son... Her crown... Her legacy...

As they approached an apparent end to the road, the drop of land to sea, she looked out upon her kingdom and his sea blue gaze followed.  Noting the path she reveals with a nod of his heavy head.  His focus shifts ever slightly as the colt stands against the breeze, wings extended.  A smile crosses his maw at the child's eagerness but a hint of concern remains in his eyes.  He was always the protector.  Ever watchful he observes.  Soon the colt decides against his eager attempt and falls back to his mothers side.  In time young one he thinks to himself, his smile still prevalent...

Focus shifts back to his Queen as she inquires his whereabouts previous to now. "Tis a long discussion that subject.  'Tam very aged M'Queen.  I have not been in Beqanna long though but 'tam where I wish to be M'Lady." With a bow of his crown he looks back to the path.  He is sure she has more important things to attend to so he excuses himself, "I am sure ye are extremely busy so I will not keep thee. If anything arises I am but a call away.  Good day My Queen." He looks to the smokey colt at her side and lowers himself to match his level, "One day very soon ye shall soar above these lands Castile. Keep practicing." His tone gentle and sincere.  Silently he moves towards the path she had pointed out...