11-22-2015, 11:25 PM
He wasn't pleased to watch the mare go, despite her confidence that irked him so. He liked having her in the playing field, but this conversation was better suited for the stallions. And so he dipped his head to her, letting that suffice as a good day, but his attention was immediately back on the two winged stallions. They both seemed rather similar, but Hurricane seemed more blunt - fitting to the area he inhabited. It sounded cold, and rugged, but intriguing nonetheless - especially if this stallion was any indication of what he was to find there.
However, Magnus had captured his attention just as quickly. The hints of a war and the promise of being a warrior was oh-so tempting to this already scarred stallion. He had seen wars and he had seen warriors, and his scars told stories all their own.
He didn't answer right away, absorbed in thought. He was surprised, nearly amused, at how they seemed to need him in their own rights, and again he was filled with the feeling of power. It made him hunger for more, a gentle gnawing at his belly, and he embraced it.
"Both of you have made generous offers." That much was true. To trust a stallion they had never met, to welcome him into their lands. "And I am tempted by both. To fight alongside either of you would be an honor, for I can see the strength you hold." Flattery tasted good on his tongue. "Hurricane, I can see how the Tundra must be a sight to behold. Your ruggedness is not lost on me, nor is your truth. I am not one to lead a soft life, for I am restless and not amused by petty things." His attention turned to the other, a smirk tugging over his lips. "Alas, Magnus, your worries of war excite the soldier in me. I thrive in such chaos, for in that madness I learn more about myself...and those I serve alongside." He would be lying if he thought both options weren't tempting in their own right. A rugged life, promised each day, versus one that may find him growing soft without war. Both lives tugged at him, warring against his desires. "I would be inclined to accept both offers, if such a thing were feasible. Both homes tug me towards them. A rugged life satisfies my craving for the rough, but the promise of war tempts me even further."
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drawn to the things you cannot find