02-25-2016, 02:54 PM
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.”
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
