01-23-2018, 10:42 PM
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
Over the years, many had come through the Tundra, for stays of varying lengths. Depending on his own current status – always a resident, usually high-ranking in the army, but not always mentally present - Brennen had engaged with some, and watched others from a distance, and become attached to a very rare few. Always they had his loyalty as Brothers, his protection if they needed it, but rarely did one earn any honest affection.
He remembers the boy Nihlus had been. The colt had been the biggest pain in the ass Brennen had ever had to deal with, but he had grown on him over the years as he grew up.
The younger stallion’s blustery, prickly exterior doesn’t phase Brennen. He lets him grumble at first, listening to the complaints and saying nothing; it’s not like he doesn’t agree. It took him nearly a decade, after all, to settle here. Nothing was his Tundra, not even close. And even accepting the Tundra was gone, he couldn’t even find a match for the merciless Desert heat or the soothing love of the Falls.
They were all forced to start anew, and some of them were pretty old for starting new.
The tension leaks out of the boy, replaced with pleasure, when the sand beneath their hooves becomes covered in ice and snow. If he is uncomfortable with the amount of pleasure Nihlus finds in the change of terrain, well, he says nothing; he does not begrudge his Brother these small joys. The amount of power it takes him to hold such a small area is negligible, or at least as good as, and he remembers what it was like when all of their powers were stripped from them at the beginning; it had been near to torture when he had been similarly bereft.
The rabbit is a little harder to react to. It’s hilarious. And kind of cute. Brennen knows that Nihlus would react poorly to being laughed at in this moment, but while he is romping distractedly, the warrior can’t help but chuckle, allowing himself to relax, shifting his weight off of his right hind and settling to wait, unbothered even when the rabbit slides between his legs and under his belly. Let the kid have his fun. He does school his face back to at least a fond smile instead of laughter before the man retakes equine form, straightening to meet him in the equine form of embrace.
He doesn’t say ‘I’ve missed you,’. That’s not the kind of relationship he has with most of his Tundra Brothers; he typically saves that naked honesty for the children that find themselves in his care, because they need it. It’s there, though, written in the affectionate look in the stallion’s amber gaze. He would never even consider that Nihlus might flirt with him. Not because he isn’t interested in men, though all of his great love affairs have been with women; he might consider it if the right opportunity presented itself. It’s because it’s hard to imagine yourself as even remotely romantically interested in someone you watched grow up, no matter that they are both very much adults now. He’s seen Nihlus flirt too often; oblivious as he is, he probably just assumes that’s the way he interacts with everyone.
“New Beqanna is…lacking,” He finally speaks again when asked a direct question, something that can’t be responded to with slight facial changes and shifting weight. “Even I find it boring, which is saying something.” Old age had made him somewhat of a recluse, a loner even amongst the notoriously standoffish Tundra men, but this is just depressing. “I came to Ischia because it is still young, amongst the new Kingdoms, and seems like it could go in any direction. And it’s easily defensible nature called to me. There is nothing like the Tundra, so I had to make do.” He glances back towards the tree line and then across the ocean towards the mainland; his smile takes on a mischievous glint. “With the right influence, I think it could become interesting to live here.”
He remembers the boy Nihlus had been. The colt had been the biggest pain in the ass Brennen had ever had to deal with, but he had grown on him over the years as he grew up.
The younger stallion’s blustery, prickly exterior doesn’t phase Brennen. He lets him grumble at first, listening to the complaints and saying nothing; it’s not like he doesn’t agree. It took him nearly a decade, after all, to settle here. Nothing was his Tundra, not even close. And even accepting the Tundra was gone, he couldn’t even find a match for the merciless Desert heat or the soothing love of the Falls.
They were all forced to start anew, and some of them were pretty old for starting new.
The tension leaks out of the boy, replaced with pleasure, when the sand beneath their hooves becomes covered in ice and snow. If he is uncomfortable with the amount of pleasure Nihlus finds in the change of terrain, well, he says nothing; he does not begrudge his Brother these small joys. The amount of power it takes him to hold such a small area is negligible, or at least as good as, and he remembers what it was like when all of their powers were stripped from them at the beginning; it had been near to torture when he had been similarly bereft.
The rabbit is a little harder to react to. It’s hilarious. And kind of cute. Brennen knows that Nihlus would react poorly to being laughed at in this moment, but while he is romping distractedly, the warrior can’t help but chuckle, allowing himself to relax, shifting his weight off of his right hind and settling to wait, unbothered even when the rabbit slides between his legs and under his belly. Let the kid have his fun. He does school his face back to at least a fond smile instead of laughter before the man retakes equine form, straightening to meet him in the equine form of embrace.
He doesn’t say ‘I’ve missed you,’. That’s not the kind of relationship he has with most of his Tundra Brothers; he typically saves that naked honesty for the children that find themselves in his care, because they need it. It’s there, though, written in the affectionate look in the stallion’s amber gaze. He would never even consider that Nihlus might flirt with him. Not because he isn’t interested in men, though all of his great love affairs have been with women; he might consider it if the right opportunity presented itself. It’s because it’s hard to imagine yourself as even remotely romantically interested in someone you watched grow up, no matter that they are both very much adults now. He’s seen Nihlus flirt too often; oblivious as he is, he probably just assumes that’s the way he interacts with everyone.
“New Beqanna is…lacking,” He finally speaks again when asked a direct question, something that can’t be responded to with slight facial changes and shifting weight. “Even I find it boring, which is saying something.” Old age had made him somewhat of a recluse, a loner even amongst the notoriously standoffish Tundra men, but this is just depressing. “I came to Ischia because it is still young, amongst the new Kingdoms, and seems like it could go in any direction. And it’s easily defensible nature called to me. There is nothing like the Tundra, so I had to make do.” He glances back towards the tree line and then across the ocean towards the mainland; his smile takes on a mischievous glint. “With the right influence, I think it could become interesting to live here.”
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN