08-23-2016, 11:04 PM
Ruan
His head whipped up as soon as he heard the wolves' alarm. This close to the border, his eyes immediately landed on a stranger not far from him. They were all strangers to him here really, the place of his birth. He didn't recognize any of them, but nor had he ever encountered this young creature among them. Most often, he would be with the wolf pack trailing the borders of the valley, his adopted family of sorts, but today he had been lost in thought. He worried where Morigan was..
He was of an average build, not large and impressive nor sleek and swift. Most of his body was a leopard appaloosa, the spots a deep purple and his points and face a sooty black. His sharp eyes took in the sight of the intruder cautiously, silently. She didn't look dangerous but then looks could be deceiving, especially in a place as magical as Beqanna.
The wolf siren grew louder, and after studying the girl carefully a moment, his eyes shifted to the path within the trees where the wolves would come. As soon as they were visible, he swept their path with a thick, quickly-made snow flurry, brushing the lead aside with only enough force as was necessary. Their confusion was brief, they knew him intimately and were aware of his magic. The pack settled, most trusting this trespass to him as they ran off to other parts of the border, while others straggled behind as silent witnesses.
Ruan's attention was on the young mare once again. Before she could think on this rescue too long, he condensed the water within the air, forming a barrier of ice behind and to the sides of her but leaving enough room within so as not to chill her.
"State your business," he said without emotion.
The stern expression felt odd on his normally friendly exterior. Ruan wasn't sure if the Guardian was busy elsewhere, but felt it his duty as a stallion of the valley to assist him in whatever way he could. It seemed his sister had succeeded in imparting a sense of wariness, as she had worked so hard to do. A difficult task for one as kind-hearted and trusting as he had been as a young colt.
He was of an average build, not large and impressive nor sleek and swift. Most of his body was a leopard appaloosa, the spots a deep purple and his points and face a sooty black. His sharp eyes took in the sight of the intruder cautiously, silently. She didn't look dangerous but then looks could be deceiving, especially in a place as magical as Beqanna.
The wolf siren grew louder, and after studying the girl carefully a moment, his eyes shifted to the path within the trees where the wolves would come. As soon as they were visible, he swept their path with a thick, quickly-made snow flurry, brushing the lead aside with only enough force as was necessary. Their confusion was brief, they knew him intimately and were aware of his magic. The pack settled, most trusting this trespass to him as they ran off to other parts of the border, while others straggled behind as silent witnesses.
Ruan's attention was on the young mare once again. Before she could think on this rescue too long, he condensed the water within the air, forming a barrier of ice behind and to the sides of her but leaving enough room within so as not to chill her.
"State your business," he said without emotion.
The stern expression felt odd on his normally friendly exterior. Ruan wasn't sure if the Guardian was busy elsewhere, but felt it his duty as a stallion of the valley to assist him in whatever way he could. It seemed his sister had succeeded in imparting a sense of wariness, as she had worked so hard to do. A difficult task for one as kind-hearted and trusting as he had been as a young colt.
