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that heart is so cold (group from the b2g thread) - Errant - 04-03-2015 that would be this thread: http://www.boards2go.com/boards/board.cgi?action=read&id=1427912227.59625&user=beqannatundra
*so they weren’t those titles when it happened, but they are the titles now, so I used them the walls kept tumbling down; - Brennen - 04-03-2015 He is around. He’s always around – that’s the way he is. But sometimes he wanders – or his mind wanders, whatever his physical body does... even Mountain had once acknowledged his continued presence, though he never spoke to their mad “King”. There’d been Ianto’s dethroning and then the scorching heat – and as any sane stallion who had spent his entire life in the Tundra would do, Brennen had sought shelter in the deepest of caves until the heat passed. He cared for naught but the survival of the Brotherhood – and when the ice had returned, so too had Brennen. But whatever else he is, it is not unaware of Errant’s slow reappearance from the form of the red man. Even if he hadn’t recognized him, which he does, the faded crown would spark the warrior’s mind. Brennen has a similar faded marking – his an X, once bold and white against his hip, but faded now. One or another of their intermittent Kings had taken his position from him, and Brennen hadn’t had the energy to care at that time. But something has stirred in him again, and something stirs in the Tundra, so when he sees that two of the Brothers are gathered he meanders their direction. And, ah….even before he reaches them, Brennen watches from the sky as the group grows larger. His landing is graceful as ever and he hears quite a bit of what is said as he comes to stand amongst them, folding his overlarge wings and glancing from face to face, though eventually his eyes come to rest on Errant. “Brothers,” he drawls, “Errant.” He watches the former King for a moment longer, mulling the accusation of his incompetence in his mind. “Layton was uninterested in his inheritance. Ianto took the throne from Peppe and I, as was your intent, but…” he lets the words trail off, deciding this public forum is not the time nor the place to announce ‘but your son was an idiot’ or ‘Ianto didn’t have the drive to rule anything’ or any other derogatory comment about the slow unraveling of the once-amicable relationship between the short-lived King and his once-regent. Their initial disagreement would have resolved. It would not have been world-ending for an old Regent and a young King to squabble, and Brennen would have come around out of remembered loyalty to an old ruling Family, or at the very least loyalty to the Brotherhood. But the young King’s apathy in the face of potential mutiny had been the last straw for the General, and he had supported Rapscallion. He’d seemed bright and eager and full of life. Mountain was another matter entirely. “Murder would only bring attention from other Kingdoms we don’t want in our fledging state of new awareness.” He glances at the younger stallions with only the faintest hint of amusement. He was once that young – and he’d gone into a suicidal gladiator fighting ring to prove his worth to his father and the Brotherhood, so he can sympathize with their eagerness. “As for political support…” The once-general turns his honey eyes back to Errant, the memory of the black stallion as a child himself superimposed on the living man. “Well, you didn’t totally fuck it up the first time.” It’s not the eager declaration of support that Niklaus gave, but Brennen isn’t vying for that title himself. Not right now. More than once, he would have stepped up to that plate…including a period of time during Errant’s reign…but for now he would rather bide his time. there is never a day that goes by... - Hurricane - 04-06-2015 When the young stallion joins them, Hurricane turns dark eyes on him, studying him briefly as he declares his support for the would-be king. Upon the avowal, he turns his hard gaze back to the scarred stallion, watching him closely as he speaks to the youngling before responding to his questions. His lips press together as Errant makes assumptions regarding the rather broad statements he had made. He should not be surprised that, because he had played devil’s advocate to the male, he had come to the conclusion that he wished Mountain dead. But he had foolishly thought the man would respond to adversity better. But you know what they say about assuming. Please share. I am curious to know how you plan to ensure Mountain leaves without fuss. When the new brother arrives, Hurricane turns his pale head, studying the newcomer intently. The stallion seems familiar with Errant, and he is curious to hear what he has to say. After he finishes speaking, he gives a short nod as he absorbs what Brennen had added to the conversation. Of the stallions gathered, he had to admit that he found him to be the most sensible. Turning a dispassionate gaze back onto the former king, he once again studies him. He could understand leaving the kingship. Being immortal himself, he knows how long life can get, especially if one is in a position of power. He too had left the Tundra for a time. That is not what he finds objectionable. No, what he cannot bring himself to accept is that this stallion is almost directly responsible for the state the Tundra is now in. Perhaps he had not sat Mountain on the throne, but his choice in successors had led directly to Mountain’s ability to take the throne from the previous king. And if there is one thing you could say about Hurricane, it is that he is brutally honest. Very well. I can accept that. What I am having a difficult time accepting is the fact that your actions, or lack of actions, have allowed the Tundra to fall into the state in which it currently rests. How can we be sure that we will not be even worse off if you should rule, and leave, again? There is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die. Hurricane i struggled to find any truth in your lies - Errant - 04-07-2015
RE: that heart is so cold (group from the b2g thread) - Kratos - 04-07-2015
there is never a day that goes by... - Hurricane - 04-08-2015 The stallion is reticent in his answers. Hurricane has to wonder if he is perhaps hiding something. His expression remains as still as ever, revealing none of his suspicions until a new thought suddenly occurs to him. The only other explanation for the man’s reticence would be if he believed Hurricane is challenging him because he wishes the throne. The thought elicits a staccato bark of laughter from the gray stallion. If you think I am aiming for the throne, you would be dead wrong. I would make a piss-poor king. You know it and I know it. Now let’s put the testosterone away, shall we? His amusement is short lived however, as his expression once again turns flinty. His ebony eyes bore into the scarred stallion with an intensity that many might find unnerving. He then voices the thoughts that the others should be wondering. The only other reason for your unwillingness to answer my simple questions would be if you are deliberately attempting to deceive us. If not, why are you so determined not to share? Do you expect us to trust you blindly? After Mountain? You must be a fool if you expect it. And really, what type of men would want to sit a stallion on the throne who is quite blatantly deceiving them? He lets the question fall into silence, his hard gaze remaining fixed upon Errant. And though his eyes never waver, the last question is clearly asked not just of the stallion before him, but all those present. There is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die. Hurricane RE: that heart is so cold (group from the b2g thread) - Errant - 04-08-2015 (Insane, I realized that i wrote Errant as answering the questions the Hurricane asked in the opposite order that he'd actually asked them, so my B for making Errant seem more deceitful than I'd intended. Hopefully I cleared that up in my post xD )
RE: that heart is so cold (group from the b2g thread) - Brennen - 04-08-2015 the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
great clouds rolling over the hills and if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing's changed at all? He had bristled before at what he read as accusation from the black stallion, but at Errant’s quiet amendment Brennen relaxes a little, inclining his head in acknowledgement of knowledge that lies between them. And the history that lies between them. The once-General has few friends; few enough that anyone he’s known for a long time who isn’t an enemy probably passes as the closest he has to friends, and Errant falls somewhere within that strange sphere. Brennen will do what he feels is best for the Tundra – but if he manages to not alienate a sort-of friend in the process, he’ll consider himself ahead of the game. Plus, after this long he has realized that Errant is probably also immortal (at least after a fashion) and those are his favorite types of friends. The kind that don’t die easily. For the most part, the younger stallions seem content to stay quiet. They want change but they don’t know how they wish to go about it – which is fine with him because they don’t really have the experience to be making those kinds of decisions anyway. The gray is less easily subdued by Errant’s easy confidence, and it is him that Brennen mostly watches as they spar words back and forth. He opens his mouth to reply at one point to Hurricane’s hard words, but closes it again and waits for Errant to do it. They’re throwing their suspicions at a wall – sure, yeah, there was no guarantee of success with Errant but there were no guarantees with any of them. They could all fail. At some point, they would all fail. “The Magician-King of the Tundra. And doesn’t that just have a nice ring to it. Not much makes you feel more assured of your Kingdom’s superiority than that strength, combined with our others.” There is no sarcasm in his voice, nothing snide – he is perfectly serious, his amber eyes focused on Hurricane (he doesn’t even bat an eyelash at Errant’s pronouncement, as he was already well aware that the former King was more powerful than he usually let on). “Though I have to say, I think we can keep one madman out of our Kingdom without the aid of magic, if it comes to that. We are a Kingdom of warriors, are we not? I suspect any number of us could keep him out physically unaided, not to even mention we are many more than one. I would be willing to kill him, if he comes back, if it comes to that. I may not advocate that as a first choice, but I’ve seen my share of blood. I do not think ousting Mountain will be any particular issue.” But that isn’t the one concern on table, is it? He glances around the group again, but he settles on looking mostly at Kratos and Hurricane. “Trust is earned, and you are right to be suspicious. But I daresay that would be a concern with any we chose to lead us out of this unfortunate interlude. After all, I don’t know most of you. You don’t know us. Trust is something we will build together, as Brothers.” He settles into a relaxed stance, tipping one leg up, tilting his head just slightly. “I daresay that Errant is our best option, at any rate. You’ve said you’re not interested. I’ll go ahead and state that at this time, I’m not particularly interested either. I don’t fancy being led by someone not yet really an adult,” he quirks a half-smile at Niklaus and Nihlus, to soften any unintended blow his words might impart, “so that leaves Kratos and Errant. And while I can’t speak to your character or lack thereof in any way,” he turns to Kratos, eyes sharp, “I’ll take the known over the unknown any day. Errant was a strong King. Any disagreements we may have had were minor, and on a personal level,” he gives a shrug with one overlarge wing, not really feeling that the details of his long life are any of their business. “You can’t expect him to rule forever. Everyone gets tired, and has other things to do with their life. The success or failure of the Kingdom after he left it cannot really be pinned on his shoulders. If and when he decides to step down again, we will choose a successor and judge them based on their own merit, not on his.” And with that, he goes silent. He hasn’t spoken that much in a least a year – even his interactions with Malka and his son had been less verbose. With her, he was careful and reserved. With Malyk, he preferred to listen. brennen immortal, winged, bone-bending, ice-manipulating, wind-manipulating Tundra warrior
there is never a day that goes by... - Hurricane - 04-09-2015 He knows well just how unyielding he can be when he so chooses. He knows many dislike his particular brand of bluntness. And mostly, he does not care. He does not feel the need to be loved, nor even liked, by all. In any case, those who cannot see past their pride long enough to see the veracity and worth of his words are not those he wishes to call friends. He is also not stupid enough to alienate those whose support he might one day need. The dark stallion had finally, after a fashion, answered the questions he had asked. He is canny enough to realize that it is a time to give it a rest. Though his expression does not change, he gives Errant a brief nod of acceptance. He can easily see how useful magic could be for the Tundra. The kingdom had remained stagnant for too long. He knows that the Valley has a magician king of its own. If they ever wished to be as great of a kingdom as they once had been, he knows that they need as much or more of an advantage than their fellow kingdoms. As Brennen begins to speak, Hurricane turns his ebony gaze to the bay stallion. He listens in thoughtful silence to the man’s speech. He will freely admit that the stallion’s words are sensible. Despite Errant’s amendments, he does not yet trust the stallion. Pulling teeth would have been easier than it had been trying to wrest answers from the stallion. He could not wholeheartedly throw his weight behind the scarred stallion as king, though he would not object if that is how the others chose to cast their own votes. When Brennen finishes speaking, Hurricane glances around at all those gathered, curious as to their reactions to the stallion’s words. When none speak, the gray stallion puts his own opinion forth. I must say that trust is most easily earned with honesty and action. I will not stand in the way should you choose to place Errant on the throne, but for the time being I will hold my vote in reserve. You are all aware of my opinions already, I am sure. Having said what he felt he needed, he steps back. His dark eyes move amongst those present, quietly watching, giving them space to make their own decisions. There is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die. Hurricane |