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A refreshing change | open - Solomyr - 10-15-2015 Solomyr
Dust swirled around the stallion's hooves as he wandered aimlessly across the borders of certain lands, noting when the scent of another stallion became stronger and avoiding those lands. He was in no mood to fight this morning; though a good battle could rouse him from his tired state. Each hoof fell heavy against the ground as he lazily strolled forward, jaw opening wide as his tongue lolled out to the side, deep into a refreshing yawn. Damp settled in over his eyes as they glazed with his sleepiness; wandering too long could be dangerous, he needed to find somewhere to settle for the night. The scent of females invaded his nostrils as he snorted heavily, eyes widening slightly as he entered a lustrous field of never ending blades of grass. Many had congregated here; his eyes rolling in his sockets as he loathed the thought of conversing with someone at the moment in time. He had lived alone since his birth and generally had little time for a lot of others, a hardened heart and a hardened stallion. He had friends in the past but slowly he let them drifting away, preferring his own thoughts to the spoken words of others. The last rays of the sun tipped over the edge as the sky lit up with an orange hue, the fire colours licking away the last brilliant flashes of the day gone by. Sighing he lowered his head, teeth ripping at the blades of grass near enough for him to not bend down so much. Solomyr was never known for being the most energetic of equines. In battle he was a fierce and strong opponent, who would willingly engage with flighty movements to catch his opponent of guard; left to his own devices though, he would much rather stand tall and proud. The orange eventually faded down to the lower hues of blues and purples as night began to settle in, his legs beginning their movement again as the elegant mass strode along the grasslands, avoiding small clutches of equines as he wandered. Shaking his head gently side to side he wondered what equine would come to bother him. There was always one, either they were too curious of the black mass with what hind legs or simply lonely equines looking for a bit of company. RE: A refreshing change | open - Hurricane - 10-15-2015 It seems almost inevitable that he would end up here. He spends far more time lingering on the edges of the field than he cares to admit. But it is rare that he actually finds anything worth noting, much less another worth approaching. Today is another long, tedious day filled with nothing of note, though he still lingers along the edges of the field, invisible to the prying eyes of those who frequent this place. In all probability, there is no need for him to be invisible. But the Tundra seems to have enemies these days. The theft of Tarnished is all too fresh in his memory. As far as Hurricane is concerned, better safe than sorry. The Tundra needs new brothers. Not just warm bodies, but those willing to put their back into it and fight for the land. That is why he is here, even though he recognizes the chances of finding such a man here are very slim. But today his patience pays off. As the sun is just beginning to set, staining the cloud studded sky with brilliant hues of orange, red, and purple, he wanders into sight. He appears strong and able, holding himself slightly aloof from the other denizens of the field, not seeking out their company. Excellent. The Tundra needs strong men who don’t need to be coddled all the time. Now comes the hard part. Stepping forward, his pale body becomes visible in one swift motion. He doesn’t particularly wish to frighten the man after all. Although he doesn’t look as though he would be easily frightened. All the better. Settling his feathered wings against his sides, he joins the stranger where he stands idly. Hurricane offers him a nod of greeting, piercing black eyes studying the fellow with unwavering intensity. ”I am Hurricane.” He pauses a moment. It wouldn’t do to be rude to the man. Terse he might be, but he can manage manners when he wants to. ”And you?” There is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die. Hurricane RE: A refreshing change | open - Kronk - 10-15-2015 From above, the wicked shall receive their just reward Kronk RE: A refreshing change | open - Solomyr - 10-15-2015 A silent breeze swept across the blades of grass as they began their wave-like dance, Solomyrs ears twitched about the top of his head subtly as he began to relax into the serene absense of sound. A hind leg began to rest as he lazily let his jaw drop into a long yawn, the day had weighed long on him and he had welcomed this rest for some time. Though it seemed fate were to not be so kind to him. A rougher rustle invaded his mind as a single ear flexed to the sound of a creature approaching, in a single sweep both ears swivelled to lay flat against his skull. For just one moment could he not be kept perpetually awake. He was not equipped with the best social skills, having little respect for those who demanded it rather than deserved it. Though he knew the beast approached he did not change his stance, nor did his eyes flutter open from their droopy lids. He would address the other in his own good time. The stench of musk and male was heavy as he slowly breathed in and out, assessing just who was approaching him; though he had not been prepared for what his vision would reveal. The eyelids lazily lifted and brought ahead of him a winged stallion, he did not know such creatures existed here. He had passed many equines in his time but none adorned with the feathered appendages the one before him had. The thoughts ran through his head while his face remained stone, ever unchanging. It spoke its name and asked him of his, he contemplated leaving the stallion with no more than an utterance; that was till another creature decided to invade his space and so called grace him with his presence. Neither looked particularly like they would be the ones to carelessly converse, both looked to have a purpose; though they hid it well behind stone faces. "The name is Solomyr. Is there any need for you to disturb me or may I go back to my rest." The vocals were rough and harsh, spoken through a raspy throat as his dark eyes scrutinised the pair. His hind leg still hung lazily but he decided it was time to adopt a stance more suited for his personality. Solomyr stood straight,his alabaster socks standing out in the darkness that pressed ever closed to the small band of males. Ears not moving from their position he lets his nostrils quiver as he familiarised himself with their scents, attaching them to the names he had been given; though a name meant little to him. He had never stayed anywhere long enough to bother to remember anyone's. They were insignificant pawns in a game he wished not to play. Ooc; please excuse the no coding, on my phone x RE: A refreshing change | open - Hurricane - 10-15-2015 The gray stallion stands easily next to the newcomer, his pale coat standing out starkly against the other man’s onyx one. They are not left alone for long, though Hurricane had not expected they would be. He has lingered unseen along the edges of the field long enough to know the social norms of the place. No horse is left alone for long in these parts. And so another approaches, this one a brown and white stallion who introduces himself as Kronk. The latest addition to their small group is unfamiliar to Hurricane, which in and of itself is rather odd. Whether or not he had actually met them, he had heard of or seen many, many horses. It seems to be a natural consequence of having lived on this earth for such a long time. Nevertheless, he offers a brief nod of acknowledgement to the stallion. He detects a faint hint of ash and smoke coming from Kronk, telling him immediately from which kingdom he hails. There is only one place that had burned recently. As the newcomer speaks, offering his name before curtly asking after their purpose, Hurricane turns his steely eyes back to the dark stallion. As far as he is concerned, this works all the better. No need to waste time on useless pleasantries. ”If you’re looking to rest, you picked a poor place to do so.” He pauses a moment, eyeing Solomyr in consideration. ”I’ll be brief. I come from the Tundra. I am in search of men willing to help build up the kingdom, to fight for it. It is a harsh land, but offers its rewards as well.” Pause. ”To be frank, it takes a certain strength and fortitude to do well there. Not all are cut out for it. If you don’t think you’d have what it takes, I’d recommend accepting whatever he’s about to offer.” He tips his head in Kronk’s direction as he speaks the last. Settling back, having spoken his piece, his dark eyes remain fixed upon Solomyr, a silent challenge held within that flinty gaze. There is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die. Hurricane RE: A refreshing change | open - Kronk - 10-17-2015 From above, the wicked shall receive their just reward Kronk OOC: Sorry for the slowness. RE: A refreshing change | open - Solomyr - 10-20-2015 S o l o m y r release me from this mortal frame RE: A refreshing change | open - Hurricane - 10-24-2015 If there is anything Hurricane is good at, it is recognizing the truth of another. For one who prizes honesty over nearly all other things (even to the point of being bluntly rude), this is unsurprising. It is quite likely a product of having lived so long. But whatever the reason, he is rarely wrong in his assumptions about what makes one tick. In the case of the black stallion before him, that would be personal gain. So it is not unexpected when the other stallion asks after what rewards might await him. ”In return for your hard work, you will be offered promotions. Opportunities. These can be rewarded with certain traits.” He shuffles his wings slightly to emphasize his point, to demonstrate what he might expect. ”Advantages, if you will.” He is unashamed to have tailored his words into something that would entice Solomyr. Everything he has said is the perfect truth after all. Of course, it is also true that, in all likelihood, the Tundra and Gates could offer the newcomer much the same things (though quite frankly, the Tundra has more than a few open positions Solomyr could rise into). There are a few key differences, however. One is that the Tundra has so very few women or children to care for and protect. The other is the independence provided to and expected of its members. The Brotherhood is not about to start coddling anybody. One that could not handle such independence (and even occasional isolation) would not last long in the Tundra. And Hurricane is not interested in men who will not last. ”If this interests you, you are welcome to accompany me.” He studies the man for a long moment for continuing. ”Once you’ve seen more closely what we have to offer, it may be easier to make the decision to stay or go.” There is never a day that goes by that is a good day to die. Hurricane RE: A refreshing change | open - Solomyr - 10-28-2015 S o l o m y r release me from this mortal frame RE: A refreshing change | open - Hurricane - 11-04-2015 I posted for you in the Tundra |