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Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Where Are You Now; Brennen, Any
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07-20-2015, 03:54 PM
08-11-2015, 09:28 PM
I won't let you go; so don't leave go of me
They rarely get visitors. The Tundra isn’t the number one vacation destination in Beqanna, nor are they the most welcoming of hosts – between the weather and the residents’ typical reticence, they’re probably low on the list. So when the twins look up from a puddle of thawed snow they have been drinking and find an unfamiliar girl on the other end of their surprised looks, they are quick to bound over. Well – the girl is quick to bound over, eyes bright. The horned boy is slower to follow but he is on his sister’s heels – as he so often is. “Hello,” she chirps, a child’s delight even though she is no longer a child. Not yet an adult, but not a child. “I’m Dagny. This is my brother, Ollie.” she bumps her shoulder into the pale-colored boy who has come to stand beside her, a more solemn reflection of her. They’re not identical, and he’s taller by a hand or so, not to mention the horn spiraling from his forehead, but their eyes are the same. He may be less enthusiastic, but his face is no less inquisitively friendly. “Can we help you with something?” the boy asks, tilting his head inquisitively, wondering. A visitor, perhaps a diplomat? A well-disguised threat even? If so they would not be the first line of defense for the Tundra, not in any way. But they make excellent greeters. Dagny & Olivier
no one can ever follow; no one can ever know
@[Sprite] @[Speck] sorry for the late response <3
the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
great clouds rolling over the hills and if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing's changed at all? The Tundra is rarely what one would consider “full of life”. It’s quiet here, it’s almost always quiet, the sheer number of brothers is not overwhelmingly large to begin with. But the reflective snow and ice means that any sound carries, and they are a watchful bunch. Brennen, in particular, watches. From the cliffs, from the sky; and he doesn’t miss the little chestnut girl who wanders across their borders. Of course it’s not an accidental wander – it would be hard to accidentally find the single opening in their towering ice wall. But there is a difference between visitors and Brothers, and this girl’s gender is a big one. But he isn’t the first to approach. Even as he takes to the air, to spiral downwards from the cliffs to the ground level, a flash of bright colored motion tells him that some of the children have reached their visitor first. Still, he slowly wings about, landing a ways from them and folding his wings tight against his body before meandering their way. It’s a little thing – he is not huge, at only 15.2, and the twins are still standing below his height (though he notes with a glance that leggy Olivier is rapidly sprouting up to meet him, Dagny not far behind), but they seem to dwarf the stranger. Cognizant of this, Brennen doesn’t get too close. Even though he’s not overly tall, he does cut an imposing figure on occasion with his huge, trailing inky black wings and deadly grace. Better, for the moment, to let his children take most of the lead here. Dagny, with her bright personality and splashes of strange color, is one of the least intimidating creatures he knows. But he smiles, something drawing him to the girl, and offers his own name. If she’s here on some sort of Kingdom visit, it’ll be him she’d rather talk to than the twins anyway. “Welcome to the Tundra. I’m Brennen.” brennen immortal, winged, bone-bending, ice-manipulating Tundra warrior
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