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there's no religion that could save me; Hurricane, Corin, Lagertha, any. - Nihlus - 01-28-2016 there's no religion that could save me no matter how long my knees are on the floor i'll pick up these broken pieces 'til i'm bleeding if that'll make it right “I thought that was how we ended up with you?” Haha, nice try dipshit Brennen. It takes everything in Nihlus not to bring hell down from the heavens as he stomps towards the Jungle. If he had learned anything at all from his one other kingdom-visit, it was that people don’t like having their parades rained on. Which is ridiculous. The rain is great, and Nihlus can make it rain (wink), and therefore, Nihlus is great. And NOT a part of the Tundra because of some stupid trade. You see, Noori had jumped ship at an early age with Scorch and Hestoni. She’d run and gone and fucked three men and borne three children, not that the said children knew anything of the man fucking. But anyways, Mother Spring raised Nihlus, Cerva and Daemron in the Valley with Eight as their pretend father, and when the time came, they moved out like grown ass adults. It just so happened that NIhlus moved to the Tundra, and that he was conveniently of a royal Jungle bloodline, one that extended back more years than he likes to think about. And now he’s here again, standing indignantly upon the border of the Jungle, calling for someone he knows is not his grandmum, and hoping that his storm of a king – see what I did there – arrives soon enough to clean up the mess Nihlus is about to make. That is, unless there is no mess – a handsome smile glides across his lips just as a woman slips through the underbrush, and his sour aura dispereses into thin air. How convenient. Nihlus rain manipulating, rabbit shifting son of Sinder & Noori HEHE RE: there's no religion that could save me; Hurricane, Corin, Lagertha, any. - Lagertha - 02-04-2016 I am iron and I forge myself RE: there's no religion that could save me; Hurricane, Corin, Lagertha, any. - Rhy - 02-09-2016 and when i breathed my breath was lightning rhy the electric lioness of riagan and rayelle RE: there's no religion that could save me; Hurricane, Corin, Lagertha, any. - Hurricane - 02-25-2016 He is unsurprised when Nihlus grudgingly agrees to his suggestion. But then, the boy had had it coming (man now, he supposes, but at his age, almost everyone else is still a boy, especially one who he watched grow up only recently). Hurricane had never been one to get terribly upset over criticisms (not given his own predilections, anyway), but if you’re going to naysay, you could damn well help find a better solution. Hence his request. He follows Nihlus at a slower pace, lingering amongst the clouds, stretching his wings wide as he catches thermals to carry him towards the distant Jungle. It is rare that he actually has a chance to appreciate the beauty and freedom of his chosen mode of travel. His moments of leisure are few and far between. Besides, the Tundra’s skies are not conducive to leisure. Not with the blustering wind and icy bite of the often snow-laden skies. But as they travel south, the winds gentle and the air warms, providing a surprisingly pleasant respite from his normal experiences. All too soon however, the air thickens with humidity and heat. For one used to much more frigid temperatures, it is almost oppressive. But he continues onward, disregarding any discomfort. He has a meeting to see to. Dropping rapidly, he sees that Nihlus has already been joined by both Lagertha and Rhy. Excellent. No need for unnecessary explanations. Landing near the trio, he settles his wings against his sides before stepping forward into the group. He dips his in a slight nod towards the two women. ”Lagertha. Rhy.” He pauses for a moment, assessing the two, trying the gauge their demeanors. Then, as always, he gets straight to the point. ”We have a potential alliance to discuss.” There is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die. Hurricane |