08-26-2016, 01:27 PM
YOU CAN STAND ME UP AT THE GATES OF HELL, BUT I WON'T BACK DOWN.
The frigidity of winter had descended at last, soothing the fire that burned deep within him and keeping the flames at bay. The ice consoled him in a way that sunlight and warmth never could, and the brisk, brutal wind that often cascaded with unyielding force through the flatland below enveloped his mass in its embrace. His matted locks often fell in the way of his dark, fiery eyes, but he remained undisturbed - a pillar of strength upon a hilltop, watchful and mindful of those below. Though the most savage and unforgiving weeks lie ahead, with bristling blizzards and icy gusts to accompany them, it was still somewhat mild for being so deeply entrenched into yet another unrelenting season of snow and sleet.
Alas, he cannot remain rooted for too long - his limbs begin to ache from disuse, and the sinewy muscle tucked beneath his broad body roll and flex uneasily beneath his marred flesh. Eventually, he tires of stoicism and he draws himself away from the jagged wall of stone in which he is found more often than not - his heavy, pounding limbs churning forward as he pushes forward against the blowing wind.
His nostrils flare with a huff of air from his stagnant lungs, which soon burn delightfully from the icy cold. Surveying the permafrost-encrusted land before him, an unsettling sight draws his brow tight across his forehead - and soon, he is drawn to the commotion - a seemingly distraught individual, consoled by one of his own - Newton, son of Weir, who had fought valiantly in battle and had tucked himself within the wintry land for solace - and Real Fire and Rael Fire, a private and Lieutenant, respectively.
Irritation causes him to bristle slightly as his pace grows easy, his long legs covering much distance with each broad stride, while he listens closely to the conversation at hand. It had been some time since he had last seen Sahm, so curious and anxious for wisdom and understanding, and now he seemed distraught and downtrodden. His voice bellows out with a tremendous echo, bounding off of the shimmering ice wall looming close by, crimson eyes set intently upon the two siblings.
"Sahm is a friend of mine, and always welcome within our walls - stand down, you have done well." He orders, his voice laced with authority as his gaze meets each of theirs. At last, with a gentle nod towards Newton - who is intertwined with the emotional male beside him - his eyes meet with Sahm's, brow creased in uncertainty. "You seem uneasy. Has something happened within the Gates?" He pauses for a moment, mind rampant with what could have occurred - with a shift in authority, anything was possible. "Your aid would be much appreciated here, Sahm - I would gladly welcome you among us."
Alas, he cannot remain rooted for too long - his limbs begin to ache from disuse, and the sinewy muscle tucked beneath his broad body roll and flex uneasily beneath his marred flesh. Eventually, he tires of stoicism and he draws himself away from the jagged wall of stone in which he is found more often than not - his heavy, pounding limbs churning forward as he pushes forward against the blowing wind.
His nostrils flare with a huff of air from his stagnant lungs, which soon burn delightfully from the icy cold. Surveying the permafrost-encrusted land before him, an unsettling sight draws his brow tight across his forehead - and soon, he is drawn to the commotion - a seemingly distraught individual, consoled by one of his own - Newton, son of Weir, who had fought valiantly in battle and had tucked himself within the wintry land for solace - and Real Fire and Rael Fire, a private and Lieutenant, respectively.
Irritation causes him to bristle slightly as his pace grows easy, his long legs covering much distance with each broad stride, while he listens closely to the conversation at hand. It had been some time since he had last seen Sahm, so curious and anxious for wisdom and understanding, and now he seemed distraught and downtrodden. His voice bellows out with a tremendous echo, bounding off of the shimmering ice wall looming close by, crimson eyes set intently upon the two siblings.
"Sahm is a friend of mine, and always welcome within our walls - stand down, you have done well." He orders, his voice laced with authority as his gaze meets each of theirs. At last, with a gentle nod towards Newton - who is intertwined with the emotional male beside him - his eyes meet with Sahm's, brow creased in uncertainty. "You seem uneasy. Has something happened within the Gates?" He pauses for a moment, mind rampant with what could have occurred - with a shift in authority, anything was possible. "Your aid would be much appreciated here, Sahm - I would gladly welcome you among us."
OFFSPRING
THE FIRE AND ICE KING OF THE TUNDRA