01-24-2016, 11:04 PM
Hurricane has never been one to freely bandy his title about, even amongst his own Brothers. He is not a glory seeker, nor does he wish to use it to gain any extra favor for himself. He would gain acceptance and respect through his own merit, rather than having it handed to him upon a silver platter simply because of the position he holds. In essence, he neither more nor less than any other member of this kingdom. So, to this effect, he feels no need to clarify his position in the kingdom until it becomes necessary. With any luck, by that time this new brother would know him as more than simply a name.
As introductions are passed around, Hurricane spares a brief glance for Brynmor and Roan. It appears the two of them had developed a relationship previously. Having no notion of the mare’s origins, he wonders if perhaps that is her reason for being here. Though given the fact that no hint of scent beyond the Tundra lingers upon her, she must have been within their borders for some time now.
That, however, is a mystery for another time.
The striped man is eager to begin his role within the kingdom, commending him nicely to the winged stallion. With any luck, his enthusiasm and dedication would last longer than many that had come before him (he has, it seems, grown cynical with old age - a failing he should likely work on). Having the floor ceded to him by Brynmor, he dips his head in a slight nod before turning the full weight of his gaze upon Corin.
”First, you will need to choose a caste – warrior or diplomat. Or both, I suppose. Once you’ve chosen, there will be plenty of tasks for you to complete.”
He pauses for a moment, considering.
”Regardless of caste, you can also recruit new members, like yourself.”
As introductions are passed around, Hurricane spares a brief glance for Brynmor and Roan. It appears the two of them had developed a relationship previously. Having no notion of the mare’s origins, he wonders if perhaps that is her reason for being here. Though given the fact that no hint of scent beyond the Tundra lingers upon her, she must have been within their borders for some time now.
That, however, is a mystery for another time.
The striped man is eager to begin his role within the kingdom, commending him nicely to the winged stallion. With any luck, his enthusiasm and dedication would last longer than many that had come before him (he has, it seems, grown cynical with old age - a failing he should likely work on). Having the floor ceded to him by Brynmor, he dips his head in a slight nod before turning the full weight of his gaze upon Corin.
”First, you will need to choose a caste – warrior or diplomat. Or both, I suppose. Once you’ve chosen, there will be plenty of tasks for you to complete.”
He pauses for a moment, considering.
”Regardless of caste, you can also recruit new members, like yourself.”
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane
