12-27-2015, 09:40 PM
The two Tundra men are similar in their steadfast dedication to the frozen land, both remaining loyal even when not actively present. He had stumbled into the Tundra as a much younger man (a man very different than the one he had grown into), never knowing what hold the place would have on him. But that had been ages ago, in a time remembered only the furthest and dustiest reaches of his memories. And still he remains. He will always remain.
The palomino’s entrance into the Tundra does not go unnoticed, nor does Brennen’s arrival. In truth, he is grateful to see the other man awaken from his slumber. While they had not known each other well, he had respected the scarred stallion.
He is quick enough to arrive, strong wingbeats carrying him swiftly through the air until he reaches them. Dropping from the sky, he lands near the duo, settling his pale wings against his side as he does so. The yellow stallion seems unsure on his feet, though that is not uncommon with newcomers. Becoming comfortable walking on the perpetually frozen ground of the Tundra is a skill mastered only by time and practice. If the man stays, he would learn soon enough.
Brennen greets the man cordially, freeing Hurricane from that responsibility. Affability has never been his strong suit anyway. With little fanfare, he introduces himself directly after the bay stallion.
”And I am Hurricane. What brings you here?”
The palomino’s entrance into the Tundra does not go unnoticed, nor does Brennen’s arrival. In truth, he is grateful to see the other man awaken from his slumber. While they had not known each other well, he had respected the scarred stallion.
He is quick enough to arrive, strong wingbeats carrying him swiftly through the air until he reaches them. Dropping from the sky, he lands near the duo, settling his pale wings against his side as he does so. The yellow stallion seems unsure on his feet, though that is not uncommon with newcomers. Becoming comfortable walking on the perpetually frozen ground of the Tundra is a skill mastered only by time and practice. If the man stays, he would learn soon enough.
Brennen greets the man cordially, freeing Hurricane from that responsibility. Affability has never been his strong suit anyway. With little fanfare, he introduces himself directly after the bay stallion.
”And I am Hurricane. What brings you here?”
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane
