12-17-2015, 11:34 AM
He remembers her. Of course he does. Their time together had been brief, it is true, but she had given him something he had badly needed. Warmth and touch, a brief moment of forgetfulness. For a man like him, that is just about the only thing he will ever have. The only thing he can allow himself to have. His heart belongs to his home. Some would say it is as cold and icy as the place that holds it, and he would not disagree (even if he knows it is not true. There had been one, but she is long gone now. A distant, sweet memory).
He had known what the outcome of their interlude might be, though it is true he had not thought overly much about it. Not that he would not accept and welcome his own child. Only that he would not worry about it until the time came. If it came. And in this case, it seems it has.
His wings are spread wide against an icy gray sky as he rides a thermal through the air. His hard black eyes are fixed on the ground below, constantly surveying. Constantly searching for visitors or intruders. Normally the days are monotonous, dark eyes meeting only endless white far below. But today… today is different. Today there is someone here.
Brynmor is there first, greeting the newcomer in what Hurricane has come to know as his normal, rather blunt fashion. He can appreciate that about the man. He is much the same.
But this one he knows. He recognizes her features, her painted coloring even from a distance. And he knows by her distended sides just why she has come. Pulling his wings up, he drops swiftly and easily to ground, landing upon the ear with a solid thump before the pair. He eyes the mare first, noting that she seems well enough, if rather disgruntled. Turning his gaze to Brynmor then, he answers the question he had asked even though it had not been asked of him.
”She is here for me.”
He had known what the outcome of their interlude might be, though it is true he had not thought overly much about it. Not that he would not accept and welcome his own child. Only that he would not worry about it until the time came. If it came. And in this case, it seems it has.
His wings are spread wide against an icy gray sky as he rides a thermal through the air. His hard black eyes are fixed on the ground below, constantly surveying. Constantly searching for visitors or intruders. Normally the days are monotonous, dark eyes meeting only endless white far below. But today… today is different. Today there is someone here.
Brynmor is there first, greeting the newcomer in what Hurricane has come to know as his normal, rather blunt fashion. He can appreciate that about the man. He is much the same.
But this one he knows. He recognizes her features, her painted coloring even from a distance. And he knows by her distended sides just why she has come. Pulling his wings up, he drops swiftly and easily to ground, landing upon the ear with a solid thump before the pair. He eyes the mare first, noting that she seems well enough, if rather disgruntled. Turning his gaze to Brynmor then, he answers the question he had asked even though it had not been asked of him.
”She is here for me.”
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane
I'm sooo sorry this took so long :/