I moved into the land, knowing my son ws safe, my white wings folding in as I landed on the wet turf, my head tossed up for a moment as I whinnied to my king, Red Death. My horn glowed for a moment before it was calm again.
He'd managed along quite well for his age, and we'd seen enough together to know that nothing normal could kill our kind. I was a unicorn, gifted with talent, but not so much with training. He was one of the oldest hellions, and remnants of the old kind's glory remained strong in him, giving him more power than any other hellion.
We'd chosen to come to this place, for me, it was the longing to see another one of my kind. Red Death, of course, had more ideas, namely tactical, but I ignored them. After all, the last time he'd gotten into a fight on his own account had been three years ago when one of his upstart sons from a slave decided to challenge him for me. Needless to say, that hadn't ended well for the silly little colt.
I shook my head a bit, my brown eyes searching for the painted hellion. We'd chosen to separate from each other for a time, before meeting up again, and, while I'd traveled to see my daughter in the Sea of Sands, he'd probably chosen to go and hunt for Zedaprop... Possibly to give him more than a chewing out, I didn't know yet though.
Ah well, I'd find out soon enough what my king had been up to, and meanwhile, I could probably bet on a young alicorn with a healthy bit of curiosity as to what I was doing in his home.