"With my speechless calm eyes."
He had been so eager to see her, eager to finally lay his eyes upon her figure, eager to tell her about the wish that had been granted. Before he had told her that he would take her side, that he would stand in for her, if Hurricane would decide to kick her out. Not that he had expected the winged king to do such a thing, but he had wanted Roan to know he wouldn’t let her get kicked out of her home. Now, now he could promise her to look after her, to protect her, to keep her safe. Brynmor had been willing to promise her that before too, but the lack of sight had made it impossible to do so.
You could pretty much conclude that his new found sight had changed a lot for him. The graying male could finally stand up against his tormentor, his puppeteer, and live the life he wanted for himself. Finally had he been able to honestly show Hurricane his loyalty, but he had yet to enter the caves to prove his worth. But that didn’t stop Brynmor from training. Most of his life he hadn’t been able to do any more than just walking slowly, his blindness blocking him from participating in all sorts of activities. But pledging his loyalty to Roan was just another thing. The little bay roan girl had found herself a spot in his heart.
His sensitive senses notice the approach of the unknown male quickly. It is even before the winged stranger lands. Within seconds Brynmor’s ears are pressed tightly against his skull and teeth are bared when he steps forward, trying to place himself in between the stranger and Roan. ”Who are you, trespassing into our kingdom like this?” he questions direct as always. But this time his voice is also hostile, not liking it at all how the pintaloosa was looking at Roan.
Brynmor is about to lash forward, his own protectiveness rivalling the stranger’s, but is stopped when he calls her name. He hisses, not at all pleased with this development, and his angered stare lingers upon the stallion as he watches them. He’s itching to position himself between them, to drive them apart, to keep her safe, and his bare teeth show that. ”Don’t touch her” he growls underneath his breath, getting more and more angry with each touch that linger on her skin too long.
It is when the stranger’s lips rest on her cheek that he snaps. Growling he launches himself forward, snapping at the stranger’s throat to have him retreat a little, trying to get himself in between them. Brynmor brushes his muzzle lightly across the bay girl’s skin, as to tell her things would be fine and that he won’t let her down. And secretly also to make sure his scent lingers upon her, instead of this strangers’.
"Nothing is coming to rise."
OOC: It was impossible to not word Brynmor after this. Hehe, and as long as Ianto accepts him in the end~