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hurricane; - Infection - 09-30-2015 I'm rotting inside "A proud sentinel, you are," it growls repulsively while trying to drink back the drool that's pooling in its mouth. Anyone is a potential meal; anything with a pulse, a heartbeat, screams for it to maul and kill, but Infection holds back. A battle is raging in its empty core as it tries to sort through its thoughts, memories, and sensations. It's fighting instincts right now and although it's proving difficult, the deathcrawler is concealing it well behind a stoic expression. The creature - an abomination, it is - holds its ground, and its sickly stare, steadily. "That is a rare find here, a treasure to hold tightly to," it drawls to the stallion with a, now, thoughtful tilt of its head. infection RE: hurricane; - Hurricane - 09-30-2015 His expression is as flat as the Tundra extending for thousands of acres behind him, as cold as the snow settling onto his like-colored coat. His dark gaze remains steely and remote as it bores into the fell creature before him. He is aware of the danger singing in the air, of the drool slicking its predatory jaws as it fights back its instincts. But he remains steadfast, unwaveringly loyal to his frigid home. Besides, if the beastly stallion did attack, he would quickly learn that he is not an easy opponent. This creature might have weapons attached to his gums and ankles, but Hurricane has some tricks up his own sleeve. He had not lived as long as he had without learning how to survive even the most monstrous of foes. Its words rumble into the air, surprisingly complementary. And quite conveniently avoiding the question. One pale ear flicks, the only sign of his irritation at the blatant misdirection. The stallion offers his name, and Hurricane lets the offer hang in the air for several long moments as he studies the creature blatantly, missing no detail. Hurricane. The word slips out on a low sound, reluctantly given. But he would not intentionally piss this creature off if he has no ill intentions towards his home. No guarantee that he wouldn’t do it unintentionally, however. As the next question comes, his dark gaze turns colder, even more remote. Years. The truth is much more complicated, but this is not information the intruder needs. Your question is rather irrelevant. But I find it… odd that you have yet to answer mine. There is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die. Hurricane RE: hurricane; - Infection - 10-03-2015 I'm rotting inside It half-heartedly answers behind an intense, green stare. "Hurrican," it repeats in a throaty growl before glancing away to the miles of tundra that expands from their point. Memories rush back in a storm and play over and over again. infection RE: hurricane; - Hurricane - 10-08-2015 Hurricane has been around a very long time. No doubt he had been alive somewhere during Infection’s reign. Not that he could remember it. He had lost his memories many, many years back now, leaving much of his youth a blank slate inside his mind. He had spent the intervening years filling his head with new memories. So many new memories. It had been decades since the initial loss. Perhaps it was simply a function of having lived so long. One needs to refresh every once in a while. But now he does wish that he remembered, that he might remember this creatures reign over the Tundra. He had been loyal to the kingdom for as long as he could remember. Kings had come and gone. And this man had been one of them. Hurricane eyes him with cool detachment, listening to the raspy words as they spill from his lips. He does not answer him for several minutes, allowing the statement to hang in the air. Letting him stew in his own anticipation. There were many kings, long ago. That does not mean we desire a repeat of their reign. His dark gaze not leave the stallion as he considers him for another moment. What do you mean by ‘bring the Tundra out of its slump’? There are many possible interpretations to that statement. Hurricane suspects he will not like the one this creature has. And if he has to play daft to get his answer, he has no qualms about doing so. There is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die. Hurricane |