01-05-2016, 12:45 PM
The skies are cold and gray, the heavy clouds threatening snow. But for now, they hold off. They would hold off as long as he wishes it. They have a meeting to attend, one long in coming. But the time has arrived, decisions must be made. To that end, Hurricane stands on a slight rise near the caves. His steely eyes survey the landscape, taking in the vast, raw openness of the Tundra. And he calls them together, those of the Brotherhood and those women who might wish to join. Their numbers are not large, but they are growing. And that satisfies the gray king.
But they still have further to go.
They trickle in, and Hurricane studies each face as they come, familiar and unfamiliar alike. When finally they have assembled, Hurricane addresses them. His speech is plain, as it always is, his words straight to the point.
”I have called you because we have much to discuss. As most of you are likely aware, war is brewing. As yet, we have no part in it. Today we must decide what part, if any, we would like to play.”
He pauses, gaze traveling those assembled. He already knows which part he would wish to play, but if those of the Brotherhood differ from his, he would accede to the wishes of the majority. He is neither a dictator nor a tyrant, after all.
”My preference would be to ally with the Amazons. To that end, I have already approached them with a suggestion. However, as the decision has not yet been made, I am bringing this matter to you. Should we choose to continue with an offer of alliance to the Amazons, we would like to establish a mutually beneficial exchange of sorts, something similar to exchanges done many years past. Fillies born of the Tundra would be given training and sent to the Amazon, and in return the Amazon would send us their colts.” Pause. ”Only those willing, of course.”
He would not force anyone to leave who did not wish to, so long as they were loyal to the Tundra.
”Would anyone have objections to such an arrangement?”
But they still have further to go.
They trickle in, and Hurricane studies each face as they come, familiar and unfamiliar alike. When finally they have assembled, Hurricane addresses them. His speech is plain, as it always is, his words straight to the point.
”I have called you because we have much to discuss. As most of you are likely aware, war is brewing. As yet, we have no part in it. Today we must decide what part, if any, we would like to play.”
He pauses, gaze traveling those assembled. He already knows which part he would wish to play, but if those of the Brotherhood differ from his, he would accede to the wishes of the majority. He is neither a dictator nor a tyrant, after all.
”My preference would be to ally with the Amazons. To that end, I have already approached them with a suggestion. However, as the decision has not yet been made, I am bringing this matter to you. Should we choose to continue with an offer of alliance to the Amazons, we would like to establish a mutually beneficial exchange of sorts, something similar to exchanges done many years past. Fillies born of the Tundra would be given training and sent to the Amazon, and in return the Amazon would send us their colts.” Pause. ”Only those willing, of course.”
He would not force anyone to leave who did not wish to, so long as they were loyal to the Tundra.
”Would anyone have objections to such an arrangement?”
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane
