04-27-2018, 09:42 PM
Unlike many of his siblings and his esteemed father, Cagney is not a fighter. Nor is he, at this point, the ‘lover’ typically set as opposition to the warriors, but he is certainly an able-bodied Ischian, and he needs to pull his own weight. That’s what takes him to the Field today - looking for recruits. The homeless, the searching, the hungry. It is the hungry who are most valuable, though hungry not in a literal sense but a metaphorical one. He has
Not felt the drive, the hunger, not since Her, but as his family succeeds he begins to feel it licking at his belly.
(It’s dangerous, but so seductive. It’s what led him to her in the first place, and she was a little Not Good.)
Unlike some who linger and wait for just the right stranger to approach, Cagney simply strolls into the Field and approaches the first pair of equines he sees. He’s unassuming compared to many roaming Beqanna these days, just a plain bay roan, on the short side and stocky though his dished face belies his desert-bred heritage. He catches an exchange of names on his approach and so slides easily into the conversation with an unassuming smile. “Hello Blaze, Taria,” he says politely and gives a nod.
(Polite, polite, but you have to have something. Something to catch them, reel them in. Can he find it?)
She’s from Loess, and he gives her a second look about this. Their envoys from Loess have not returned, but the rumors Cagney has been hearing are not about loyalty and strength. “I come from Ischia, a tropical island where we have established a new reign of the Brotherhood of old, which is welcoming of both men and women who believe in our values.” This, this is where he has begun to feel passion: he lives for the Brotherhood and his Brothers, so it animates his face with passion and excitement. “All for one and one for all, in the short form.”
Not felt the drive, the hunger, not since Her, but as his family succeeds he begins to feel it licking at his belly.
(It’s dangerous, but so seductive. It’s what led him to her in the first place, and she was a little Not Good.)
Unlike some who linger and wait for just the right stranger to approach, Cagney simply strolls into the Field and approaches the first pair of equines he sees. He’s unassuming compared to many roaming Beqanna these days, just a plain bay roan, on the short side and stocky though his dished face belies his desert-bred heritage. He catches an exchange of names on his approach and so slides easily into the conversation with an unassuming smile. “Hello Blaze, Taria,” he says politely and gives a nod.
(Polite, polite, but you have to have something. Something to catch them, reel them in. Can he find it?)
She’s from Loess, and he gives her a second look about this. Their envoys from Loess have not returned, but the rumors Cagney has been hearing are not about loyalty and strength. “I come from Ischia, a tropical island where we have established a new reign of the Brotherhood of old, which is welcoming of both men and women who believe in our values.” This, this is where he has begun to feel passion: he lives for the Brotherhood and his Brothers, so it animates his face with passion and excitement. “All for one and one for all, in the short form.”