06-11-2015, 02:51 PM
Having died the last time he was in the Tundra, Texas is not especially prone to positive feelings about the place in general. He’s volunteered to visit, of course, and thinks they’d be an excellent ally, but that doesn’t mean the brief panic he feels at the memory of his death is any less severe. But he lvies in the Falls now, and they are a far cry from the flat sweep of the Tudnra here amid the green forests and bright sky.
Well, what was a bright sky.
Texas had been moving toward the sound of a voice calling from the border when the shadows rolled over him. Sudden thunderstorms are not uncommon in the summer, but this one was too fast to be natural. Texas looks up and scowls as the rain comes pouring down, and his expression when his gaze turns earthbound again is far from pleasant. He’ll have to find whoever is doing this and make sure they don’t live long enough to reproduce.
Though the sheets of rain, it’s just possible to make out two dark figures on the border. One is winged and the other is simply tall, and only when he’s close enough t obe heard over the sound of falling rain and thunder does he recognize the Pegasus.
“Oh!” he says pleasantly, looking far more cheerful than he had at the idea of having to dispose of whichever visitor was making rain. “You’re not dead!” The bay stallion’s gaze is focused on Brennen, and there’s a genuine smile on his grizzled face as he takes in the sight of the winged stallion. “That’s nice.” Clearly satisfied with himself (and what are clearly his excellent genes), his attention is back to the rainstorm and the suspiciously jolly expression on the youngest member of their gathering.
“If you’re the one making it rain, I’d appreciate it if you stopped.” There’s no threat in his voice at all, and he asks with a rather mild expression overall. Of course, they are here to propose an alliance, and Texas is rather sure that it’s important enough to them that Brennen would be willing to stop whatever shenanigans that the younger members of the Tundra seem to feel are appropriate. Rain is not appropriate, not when they’d been having a perfectly lovely day before the arrival of the Tundra diplomats.
Well, what was a bright sky.
Texas had been moving toward the sound of a voice calling from the border when the shadows rolled over him. Sudden thunderstorms are not uncommon in the summer, but this one was too fast to be natural. Texas looks up and scowls as the rain comes pouring down, and his expression when his gaze turns earthbound again is far from pleasant. He’ll have to find whoever is doing this and make sure they don’t live long enough to reproduce.
Though the sheets of rain, it’s just possible to make out two dark figures on the border. One is winged and the other is simply tall, and only when he’s close enough t obe heard over the sound of falling rain and thunder does he recognize the Pegasus.
“Oh!” he says pleasantly, looking far more cheerful than he had at the idea of having to dispose of whichever visitor was making rain. “You’re not dead!” The bay stallion’s gaze is focused on Brennen, and there’s a genuine smile on his grizzled face as he takes in the sight of the winged stallion. “That’s nice.” Clearly satisfied with himself (and what are clearly his excellent genes), his attention is back to the rainstorm and the suspiciously jolly expression on the youngest member of their gathering.
“If you’re the one making it rain, I’d appreciate it if you stopped.” There’s no threat in his voice at all, and he asks with a rather mild expression overall. Of course, they are here to propose an alliance, and Texas is rather sure that it’s important enough to them that Brennen would be willing to stop whatever shenanigans that the younger members of the Tundra seem to feel are appropriate. Rain is not appropriate, not when they’d been having a perfectly lovely day before the arrival of the Tundra diplomats.
T E X A S
immortal silver bay hybrid stallion
king of the falls