Ever since the earthquake where he had watched the sea swallow the whole of Cimmaron he had been nervous. The aftershocks had sent abnormally large waves upon his shore and caused the hills to quake. He was used to the mudslides, with such a rolling territory combined with the frequent rains they were common, but this had caused some of the larger rocks to crumble and fall creating some new scenery for him. He eyed the clouds that swirled ominously overhead now not sure what to make of them. Rain was common, but it seemed more foreboding things were coming to the Islands these days.

It was in the middle of his weather study when he heard the call echoing through the hills and ricocheting from the rocks. He had grown accustomed to others wandering into his home (it had happened quite a few times now), but this was different. For the first time a distinctly male voice called out for him and his interest piqued. Possibly one of his recently acquired allies had come to accept his invitation to visit or it could be someone inquiring an alliance from him. Whatever the case he would never find out by simply standing there.

He took off at a brisk trot as the clouds began to open up their stores. It was a light summer rain that he was used to, but still he took caution as the ground grew slick. The steady rain actually felt refreshing on his back turning his typically vibrant bay much more muted and beginning to plaster his mane to his slim neck. Before too long he spotted the golden stallion hovering on one of the inland borders of the Ridge, a stark contrast against the green and gray. He assumed he was from one of the adjoining territories as he had not come from the sea so he put on his trademarked lopsided grin to greet his neighbor.

He pulled to a stop a comfortable distance from the man and ran his eyes over his unfamiliar form to get a quick once over. They were approximately the same height and even close to the same build, both slim and not overly hefty a delicateness lining their features. Intriguing. “How may I help you?” he said an even tone in his mid tenor voice.

Hollowpoint still spent many days thinking on his lost daughter, but in truth he had almost given up hope. Either she had come to the Islands and left again or she had not made it at all. Which idea worried him more he couldn't say. Regardless he had put her up on the shelf of things lost and out of reach. Things to be dealt with only when his subconscious demanded and he couldn't resist.

stallion // mixed // fifteen.three // eight // bay dun tobiano [Ee/Aa/Dd/nT] // riley
beckett x summer