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there is never a day that goes by (Brynmor) - Hurricane - 11-20-2015 He keeps his pace steady, glancing back occasionally to ensure that Brynmor had not fallen on his face somewhere along the way. Although, if he had, he is not entirely sure he wouldn’t have just left him. He would guess that the man had long since grown accustomed to his blindness, and therefore would have figured out how to walk without falling into things all the time. If he hadn’t, well, then he needed to learn, didn’t he? Before long the tree dotted landscape of lower Beqanna is giving away to the wider, less forested expanse of the north. The land becomes flatter, trees falling away into scrubby brush. The lush grass of the meadow and field give way to the hardier varieties that thrive in the northern climes. The air grows steadily colder, more brisk. While fall can be quite pleasant in the more southern regions of Beqanna, in the Tundra it is already growing wintry. This is heartily attested to by a few stray snowflakes that fall determinedly into the scrubby grasses as they walk. Before long they reach the massive ice wall that looms over the borders of the kingdom. Its shadow falls over them, bringing a further chill to the air. Hurricane angles easily for the single opening in the colossal wall, leading the gray stallion through the lone entrance of the kingdom. Unless one has wings, of course. When finally they have passed through the wall, Hurricane draws to a halt. Turning, he assesses the other man, seeing how he had fared on the journey here. When he speaks, his words are simple, welcoming the blind stallion to his new home in his own way. ”The Tundra.” There is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die. Hurricane @[Brynmor] RE: there is never a day that goes by (Brynmor) - Brynmor - 11-21-2015 Brynmor "I will see." ”You and I might know that, Hurricane. But there are others who might need some convincing before seeing it too.” With that he meant both those of his past and those he might come across in the future. Brynmor would prove them he wasn’t useless, instead he would play their game along, or pretend to be doing so at least, before striking back. "Through your secret." RE: there is never a day that goes by (Brynmor) - Hurricane - 11-22-2015 The Tundra, for the large part, is flat and uninteresting. With the exception of the ice wall and the small string of mountains housing the caves, there is little to run into in the rather large kingdom, at least until one got to the sea. Brynmor had done well on the journey here, following in Hurricane’s footsteps with relative ease. Hurricane had been thoughtful enough to pick a path with fewer obstacles, for while he is a hard man, he also does not wish to be the cause of injury in their newest members. He doesn’t doubt that the gray stallion would have little trouble learning the layout of the land. Trees are scarce and hills are even scarcer, and unless he somehow manages to fall over the cliffs into the sea, he should have little trouble. But when the other man asks for a tour, Hurricane is perfectly willing to oblige. Better he know the land a bit than having him stumble into things by accident. Especially the caves. ”I believe you’ll find the land relatively easy to navigate. It’s mostly flat. There is a wall not twenty paces behind you that runs the along the southern border of the kingdom. It’s made of ice; no doubt you’ll feel the cold before you actually hit it. We are bordered on all other sides by the sea. I’d advise you be wary of the cliffs.” A small (nearly invisible, really) quirk touches his lips, one that could almost be called a grin. Apparently he is occasionally capable of humor, however slight. Not that Brynmor would be able to see it. ”The caves are ahead.” Starting forward, he angles in the direction of the Tundra’s sacred caves, housed in ancient human ruins. They are faintly visible in the distance, the only hills in an otherwise flat expanse. He glances back briefly to be sure that Brynmor is following before continuing. ”There is a single river that runs through the Tundra. It’s not large, and usually it’s frozen over and covered by snow, but come summer, if you haven’t already found it, I’ll show it to you.” They are nearing the caves now, the land beneath their feet starting to pitch upwards slightly. ”The caves.” He nods in their direction, forgetting for a moment that the other man can’t see. They are close enough now to smell the musty air that wafts from deep within. ”These are the only hills in the kingdom. Steer clear of the caves though. Going in there can be a daunting experience on the best of days. You wouldn’t want to go in unprepared.” Brynmor would have to face what lay within those depths eventually, but Hurricane preferred to keep his men intact until the time came. There is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die. Hurricane RE: there is never a day that goes by (Brynmor) - Brynmor - 11-23-2015 Brynmor "I will see." Especially because the Tundra holds little obstacles it is hard for Brynmor to navigate himself around. With nothing standing out, nothing that is different or marks a certain place within the kingdom, he has no way of recognizing his surroundings. It would take the graying male longer to get to know where to find water and food, just as where he could find shelter if needed. And thus far the only recognizable point is the southern wall. "Through your secret." OOC: I feel like this post has many words but no content at all.. RE: there is never a day that goes by (Brynmor) - Hurricane - 11-29-2015 He had never considered that flat land might be more difficult for a blind man to navigate. Having never been blind, he is sure there are many things he does not know. No doubt this is not the last time he will make such a misstep. He speaks his mind too openly and blatantly not to. The man’s words make sense however, and Hurricane gives a slight nod, though the other man cannot see it. It is true that the landscape in the Tundra is inordinately flat (though at least it is not the eternally shifting sands of the desert nor the constantly changing foliage of the Jungle), but he believes there should be enough landmarks to give their newest member at least some idea of where he is and which way he needs to go. The caves and the hills surrounding them are as good of a place as any to start. As the heart of the kingdom, he would need to know where they are at any rate. The gray stallion is speaking again, drawing Hurricane’s attention back to him as he asks where he might find water. While it is true that most of the year the only river to be found is frozen, they are never lacking in water. It simply takes the form of snow. The man’s question causes Hurricane to snort with faint amusement, though he’s not sure Brynmor would appreciate his humor. ”Snow. There’s more than enough to go around.” Perhaps fortunately, the blind man would not have to risk either ice or water. Brynmor’s next question brings his attention back to the caves, the source of his previous distraction. He remembers quite clearly his time in the caves. It is never a pleasant experience, regardless of who you are. ”They house the kingdom’s magic. It is where our scars come from. But in order to earn our scars, we must first face our demons. That is what the caves do. Show us our demons.” It is not something to be taken lightly, and not something one would want to face unprepared. They are designed to test the Brotherhoods loyalty to the Tundra and could be incredibly dangerous to outsiders or the disloyal. There is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die. Hurricane RE: there is never a day that goes by (Brynmor) - Brynmor - 11-30-2015 Brynmor "I will see." It wasn’t like he had never come across snow, it was just that Brynmor had never relied on snow as his source of water. Sure it made sense somehow, snow simply was a solid form of water, but the idea was still strange to him. Yet not something he wouldn’t get used soon. "Through your secret." RE: there is never a day that goes by (Brynmor) - Hurricane - 12-17-2015 In the Tundra, many things are done differently. Life simply exists in a different fashion in a land of ice and snow than it does where water runs freely and your ear tips are not in danger of freezing off nine months of the year. Here, it is almost as though everything exists in a bubble. A vacuum where all that you know is survival. Survival and duty. That fairly well sums up Hurricane’s life. He does not mind though. It gives him purpose. (Even if he does still sometimes remember a golden mare with sunlight in her eyes. Still, he remains true to his home. He always will.) The man’s comment when he learns that snow is their source of water causes a faint snort to escape Hurricane’s lips. It was not meant to be rude or derisive. Rather, it holds more amusement than anything. It seems the old gray stallion still has some surprises left in him. ”You’d have a time of it trying to break the ice anyway. In the dead of winter, the ice can grow to be thicker than you are tall.” The man’s next question catches him by surprise, a quiet phrase that he snaps almost peevishly. Hurricane eyes the darker gray stallion with mild interest, wondering what had brought about the odd question and the even odder answer. Of course, it’s not the first time he had known men with personal demons, but normally they were quieter about it. So perhaps it is fortunate then that Brynmor has so much space in which to work out his troubles. In either case, Hurricane does not comment. He is a man of few words, and in this case, he’s fairly certain the fewer the better. Brynmor’s next question however, brings him back on topic. He nods faintly, even knowing the other man cannot see him do it. ”Each kingdom has their own form of magic. The spirit of the kingdom, essentially. Ours are the caves. They are designed to test a man’s loyalty to the kingdom when entered. They are how a new Brother is initiated.” There is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die. Hurricane RE: there is never a day that goes by (Brynmor) - Brynmor - 12-19-2015 Brynmor "I will see." The corners of his lips curl up as he hears the snort coming from the winged male’s direction. It may have been faint, Brynmor’s hearing is good enough to easily recognize the sound against the whirling of the wind. Even though he had meant it as a joke, to humour himself slightly, there was no denying that he had been right. Breaking ice was harder – even when you could see – than using snow to lessen your thirst. And Hurricane’s words only confirmed it. ”Then I’ll have to learn to be most grateful of the snow” he replies, the grin still on his lip. "Through your secret." |