Kheldar’s Prince of Thieves
Rosto has heard the commotion and for a long while he disregards it. The lot that had taken over their home had been a self-incriminating sort and Rosto found it to be distasteful, at the very least. It was annoying, the rumors reaching him of his supposed brotherhoods deeds - the kind that were likely crowed about in conversations amongst themselves - or perhaps the better of them even quietly tuck away the stories so that they might not reach the ears of the others. Problem was, the warrior in him was rather not interested in the ‘cause’ anymore.
It had been only the basic baseline of this place that had kept him here, kept him keeping Kheldar here. Nothing that they stood for motivated him, certainly. But it was as women’s voices joined the mess in number that was unusual in one place - or raised as if to garner further attention in the swamp - that he bothered to part from his truest of brothers. "I will see what the bafoons are into now. Don’t worry yourself about them, prince."
He turns his fantastically colored self about, dipping into the waters surrounding their little island of dryness and wading towards where the noise emanated from.
Back to dry earth and some bit of meandering later, there is the lot of them. Red-eyed black beast in quite the state, Garmr standing ground in the face of what appeared to be the head of the incursion, another female making cute remarks he might any-other-day found charming enough to be taken captive without much resistance -- for all that she didn’t sound entirely as if her heart was in the words.
Then another black brute, brother only in name, and a more flashy red -- the first more singsong in his taunt and the latter just using passing, minor, insults to make distaste known. Well, he thought idly, at least one of this number felt more along his lines than the ‘rip the world apart and take what we want regardless of the consequences’ sort. Truly he was about to turn himself back around -- the present stallions plenty large enough to enforce the decision of an already large stallion himself as this Lucifer was. What could they do, really, other than accept it if they’d come to where Lucifer had, surrounded by his comrades… however nonplussed or unimpressed as they might be.
It is the palomino mare that appears that stops him amidst his front-leg pivot, catching light and drawing him into an agonizing familiarity. His sister had been colored much like her - although with mane of pitch rather than snow. The ethereal effect and nostalgia pull him in as a magnet might, though he does it to end the matter before the shy creature pressed into the first aggressors shoulder could come to harm by such an impetuous insistence at a grown stallions captivity.
"Would it not be wiser to take your gem at your shoulder home, to be protected by the peaks and forests there, instead of being thrust into a confrontation over a stallion that is amongst those who would defend him simply on principle - regardless of their personal opinions on the male?" He does not address a single other creature amongst the group, not caring for leader or lackey - and mind more fixedly on making sure that the aggression in the gathering did not fall on she that had so struck him as to move him into any action at all. This was not his prince, what was he even doing?
"Perhaps, if you consider him a danger, you might allow Garmr to place his own brand of leashing on him since yours seems less than adequate for the time being to keep him where he apparently ought to have been and remained?" More politicking than he had had to do since his and Kheldar’s flight from their homeland -- but he had once been Prince of the People - chosen by them because of how he managed himself amongst the commonwealth compared to the Crown and it’s less than stellar behavior. Perhaps he would be found not as rusty as he feared being, perhaps he could assuage the situation and give freedom to the quiet mare to return back to her climes and clouds.
"I do not matter enough to the men of this place to be a proper hostage by which you could truly assure such a thing happened, I barely know them by sight or voice, but I would pay the rest of his debt for the simplicity of preserving the remains of the Lagoons honor in principle."
OF THE LOST ISLANDS LAGOON
▻ stallion - iberian mutt - sooty bay tobiano rabicano sabino - 16.1 hh ◅