Ianto had returned, although he was content to just be with Emelia to linger along her side and be with her, when he had just been with himself for so long. To feel her, to see her, to breathe her...it was more than he could even describe. But he had to leave her if only momentarily because his daughter, his beautiful resilient Roan was here and he had to find her. So it had been a touch of his nose against her own and a promise he says with his eyes and his mouth, with his body before he left her to find his daughter.
He is in the sky, looking for her. It does not take long and there is another stallion touching her. Rage colors his eyes for a moment, a type of anger he had not felt in a long time and subconsciously does not understand. He forces it away, circling as he does so, and this takes longer than he would look.
When he lands near them, his gaze is guarded and wary. He eyes the stallion that is touching his daughter and while he knows that it had been bound to happen sooner or later he could not shake the feral feelings he had that said someone was touching HIS daughter. His hooves itches to attack to drive the threat away from his, and while she was not really of his blood, he would kill for her. Kill for the daughter he adopted while she had been left in the snow.
He would never forget the day his life changed forever.
He does nothing of what his instincts scream at him to do. Instead he tucks his wings against his sides, his very shaggy coat and strange scent all saying he was an outsider. The shaggy coat hides his own scars, hides the spot on his haunch and the place on his shoulder, but the two claw marks across his eye are a little bit more prominent. All scars of the trials of being King.
"Roan." He says, his voice scratchy and hoarse but he walks to her, his lips touching against her neck even as he slides along one side of her, and then comes around to the other side. It was the one thing his protective instincts couldn't help but do as he marked her with his scent.
Too much time amongst the wilds had left him more feral than usual. And then he puts his lips against her cheek, his eyes still on the other stallion who he doubted would like his show at all. But who knows, Ianto had seen stranger things.
Ianto
Nothing burns like the cold.
(I'm sorry Ianto went all RAGE at this in my head when I read it and DEMANDED words. He will be better...I hope.)