A Lost Boy (Any)

[Tarian]

Tarian certainly doesn't know what brought the young stallion to the Loessian borders, either. One minute, he had been taking another round of patrols in silence (though he won't admit it he is looking for Wilding; he is always looking for that bewitching woman) and the next he finds a blue-painted male in his way. He is looking up and Tarian loosens his pale wings, letting them hang in a way that they hadn't been moments before.

His blue eyes narrow slightly at the other brute, marking him for scars or any other stories of war written upon his hide.

"Did nobody teach you the importance of borders?" Tarian rumbles out when he comes to a stop before the younger horse. His wings draw back up, tucking neatly against his gray hide. The Loessian could offer the wanderer an earful; but thoughts of his Queen - Lady Oceane - and her young protege Cheri still his tongue. They were more of the welcoming sort, much better at the niceties than the former Commander.

This wasn't the Eclipse, Tarian reminded himself.

Not every creature that crossed their border was out to devour its residents.

But no intruder would come across Tarian without him questioning their intent.

"What is your purpose here?" bluntly asks the silver pegasus; the question as pointed as his purpose in guarding Loess.