Frost had faced men like this before. Vampire or otherwise Khan was no different to Xerxes. A hard man. A cruel man. One who was inclined to inflict pain in a bid for servitude. Frost had stood his ground before Xerxes when he had been barely fifteen years old- a mere colt- it had cost him his eye. Khan could surely do no worse with that stick of leather. Frost's own figure tensed, one foreleg readied to strike out in retaliation. Vampire or not Frost was near certain a blow from his hoof would be felt well enough. It was fortunate, perhaps, that Alexander seemed to choose that very moment to emerge from his tent with Peritas in toe. The over-excited puppy raced from the confines of that fabric to bark it's delight at this unexpected nightl adventure- much to the amusement of several other competitors who had been roused from sleep by the commotion. The vast majority of them inclined to watch on as Alexander and Khan seemed determined to face one another. Khan's words, despite that english he offered, were thick with accent and bitterness. Each syllable was practically spat towards Alexander and Frost as the Hunter moved to stand between Khan and his war horse. Hmmm. Did Alexander truly intend to...defend him? His words to Khan were surely more than an empty threat. Alexander, after all, did not make empty threats. How unanticipated and wholly curious. That subtle and yet singular moment of care was stored neatly within the back of Frost's mind before he moved to press his own words to Alexander's thoughts. Only for a singular glance from the elder man to silence him. Alexander, it seemed, did not want to hear from him here and now. Frost, for once, was content to mind his rider's unspoken request as that tension within the air seemed to mount all the more- only for Khan to abruptly snatch at his horse's rope and haul the unfortunate stallion away and back across the campsite. That show, it seemed, was over for now.
Frost had very near forgotten the wound to his own chest, that torn open flesh weeping weakly in the moonlight and staining the white of his pelt. The pain of that bite wound only now seeming to reconcile within his mind as Alexander's fingers brushed agianst that sensitive flesh. It was, fortunately, hardly more than a simple bite wound. Frost assured he had suffered far worse than merely that in his life. The other stallion's teeth had hardly dug deep enough to require stitches. That bleeding had already begun to stop and yet- Alexander was right. Half that campsite had seen the wound. He would need to leave it to heal naturally- irritating as it would be. A soft snort of discontent was all the equine offered by way of response as Alexander returned to the tent to fish out that first aid kit before coming back to his side. That bite wound required cleaning out with water and dressing with antiseptic. That solution was inclined to sting sharply and yet Frost, for once, remained entirely still. His ears alone merely pinning at that sting, his heavy figure remaining obediently still. If Alexander had been willing to defend him, he could, he supposed, stand still for the man to dress his wound. It was only once that wound was dressed and cleaned that Alexander saw to ensure the rope about Frost's neck remained securely tied (Khan's own horse having been fitted with two ropes now), before the Hunter- with Peritas in hand- returned to his tent.
The rest of the night passed in a fashion near uneventful. Frost, for several hours, slept restlessly even though that wound had long since ceased to hurt. One ear continued to remain trained toward Khan's stallion. The other lingered upon those open plains in the hopes he might catch even the faintest sounds of his unicorn returning. Frost's mind, even now, was distinctly unable to let go of that notion of what he had seen tonight. Sleep, when it finally came, was fitful. The stallion inclined to welcome the dawn readily when it finally peaked over the horizon. Peritas, it seemed, was content to assure Alexander woke early. A soft, disgruntled snort left the equine's nose as Peritas bolted out of that tent, his ears pinned briefly at the dog in disdain only to prick upright once more as Alexander stumbled from the tent some minutes later. The scent of that morning coffee, it seemed, enough to lure even the Great Alexander from slumber. Frost's ears remained turned towards that breakfast table as the riders (save for Khan) gathered around it for the morning meal, the equine was content to graze as close to that gathering as that rope would allow if only to listen to that conversation. The vast majority, it seemed, focused on the fight from last night and yet the other riders seemed largely in agreement that Khan's stallion was at fault. Frost, after all, had still been tied to the tree while khan's steed had been dragging its snapped rope behind it. What seemed to baffle those riders however was why the dun had become suddenly so enraged enough as to attempt to fight another stallion- and on neutral territory too. Even a poor temperament, they said, was not reason enough for that.
Frost snorted softly. None of them, he was certain, would believe him if he attempted to offer that truth. Alexander returned from that breakfast a short time later, the Hunter content to begin to pack up that tent in silence. Frost, in his usual manner, equally content to continue to graze silently. At least until Alexander approached with that saddle, lifting it up and onto his back with ease before beginning to fasten those straps. The potent thought at the forefront of his riders mind was hardly missed. What had happened last night. Frost's tail flicked up agianst his flanks, his violet gaze, momentarily, flickered towards Khan's campsite. The vampire was already beginning to saddle his own horse and yet- it was hardly going well this morning. Frost's attention returned to Alexander then.
"Khan's stallion broke its tether and like the animal it is, it attempted to challenge me."
It was nothing short of the truth and yet that near dubious look on Alexander's features gave away the Macedonian's thoughts without any need for that projection. No stallion challenged another without a reason. Alexander was far too experienced a horseman to believe anything less. Maybe he should simply...offer that truth. As ludercious as it was.
"There was a mare. It belonged to no rider. It was...wild."
The unicorn had said she had no stallion, no herd, no rider. She was, by that definition, a 'wild' horse for want of a better description. Alexander, in the very least, appeared more curious now as he saw too untying the rope and fitting the bridle into place. Frost, today, inclined to lower his head politely. His gaze met his companions' own levelly then.
"It wasn't a mere mare though, Alexander. It was another Were, in her equine form. She....saw us, when we flew. She came looking for the 'pegasus'. She kept demanding to see my wings. I refused to show her. Khan's stallion went wild at the sight and scent of her. He broke the tether, she fled and I tried to fight him off. That's when you and the rest of the camp woke up."
Frost's gaze so hardly left Alexander's own then, the Macedonian's oceanic eyes seemed to shift near instantly to the earth at their feet. Frost was near certain he had read Alexander's mind well before the hunter had so much as finished that thought. There were no hoofprints upon the ground. Save for those left by Frost and Khan's stallion. Frost's tale so seemingly...implausible. The supposed mare, after all, would have left a trail. Frost's tongue rolled contemplatively over the bit between his teeth, the equine sighing near defeatedly at those very words he was forced to admit.
"She didn't....gallop away. She, I don't know, she teleported or flew I suppose. She wasn't just a mare. She had a horn. She was a unicorn. I was talking to a unicorn. I know how ridiculous that sounds, Alexander but I swear- she was a unicorn and she was......incredible."
That final word was near...wistful and yet oh how readily Frost braced himself for that disbelief he was certain would come. His thoughts were interrupted only by the sound of Khan's shouts as he struggled, once more, to control his stallion. That animal, now fully saddled, had reared upward a second time. Frost so readily eyeing just what seemed to perturb the equine so. Its withers. Right where Frost himself had bitten them. That thin fur and flesh was all but shredded. The saddle and saddle pads so unfortunately inclined to rest- and now rub- on that very spot the animal had sustained its injuries. That barely healed wound was already bleeding once more. Khan would need no small amount of extra padding, bandaging and rest to prevent that wound rubbing and bleeding all day long. The vampires cursing so clearly indicating how aware he was of that very fact, his frustration clear as he was forced to unsaddle his horse yet again. That, if nothing else, would slow Khan considerably. If his horse went sore he would be disqualified. A momentary look of satisfaction crossed the war horses features before his gaze returned to Alex.
"I promise, I am telling you the truth. You do believe me, don't you? It was a Unicorn, Alex."