The mad, dethroned king is back. He can see the stallion making his way towards the ice wall from his lofty perch. His dark eyes narrow, watching him approach with a limp, clearly incensed over something. The massive white and black stallion, Kratos, is the first to greet him. It is not long before lightning snakes from the hotheaded young stallion to strike Mountain. Though all had agreed not to kill the deposed king, he does not move to intervene. He can already see Errant arriving, calling a halt to the young stallion’s impulsive behavior.
Before long, Brennen arrives, providing a silent show of force against the madman. It is at that point Hurricane decides to add himself to the numbers. Though it would not take four men to remove the former king, he recognizes well the value of showing a united front. He strongly doubts he is the new king’s favorite, or even very much liked by him, but now that the decision has been made, he would stand behind him. He would always voice the hard truths as he sees them, it is his nature after all (and really, you’d be hard pressed find a better negotiator), but neither he is not blind to the new king’s virtues. Given the limited options, Errant had been among the better choices.
So, landing upon the frozen ground with a thump, he throws his metaphorical weight behind their new king. His hard gaze pins the injured stallion as he studies him, automatically cataloguing his numerous weaknesses. His pale wings remain flared, a show of aggression impossible to mistake.
Do you really wish to test your mettle against the lot of us?
Before long, Brennen arrives, providing a silent show of force against the madman. It is at that point Hurricane decides to add himself to the numbers. Though it would not take four men to remove the former king, he recognizes well the value of showing a united front. He strongly doubts he is the new king’s favorite, or even very much liked by him, but now that the decision has been made, he would stand behind him. He would always voice the hard truths as he sees them, it is his nature after all (and really, you’d be hard pressed find a better negotiator), but neither he is not blind to the new king’s virtues. Given the limited options, Errant had been among the better choices.
So, landing upon the frozen ground with a thump, he throws his metaphorical weight behind their new king. His hard gaze pins the injured stallion as he studies him, automatically cataloguing his numerous weaknesses. His pale wings remain flared, a show of aggression impossible to mistake.
Do you really wish to test your mettle against the lot of us?
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane