10-13-2015, 10:13 PM
Tarnished continues the conversation, remaining level-headed in the face of the suspicion lobbied at him. Hurricane had expected no less. He had spent quite a bit of time with the man after he had made his intentions clear. Hurricane never would have spoken for him before the brotherhood if he had any concerns about the roan stallion’s ability. Nevertheless, it is reassuring to be proven correct.
Then, in the middle of his sentence, Tarnished disappears. Hurricane stills, dark gaze fixing on the spot the man had been standing but moments earlier.
”Fuck….”
The expletive leaves his mouth before he can prevent it (not that he would have done so in any case). Pale wings flaring wide, he pivots, dark gaze scanning the surrounding landscape as he tries to find the source. His position is low and defensive, preparing for an imminent attack. His gaze turns to the gathered Brothers, ensuring that everyone else is accounted for. They are.
”What the hell,” he growls in a low voice as he continues scanning the flat land extending out beyond the cave. His only thought is that it had to be a magician. No one else (that he knows of) has the ability to simply make a horse vanish as Tarnished had. Moving swiftly, he steps towards the small group of men, using his wings to urge them into a more defensive position. He doesn’t damn well care if anyone objects at this point. As far as he is concerned, someone had just declared war on the Tundra. Though, if a magician were indeed attacking them, this whole maneuver was all something of a moot point anyway.
Still, he bloody well won’t stand around and wait to be picked off one by one. Sharp gaze turning back to the group, he speaks simply, unwilling to waste time with platitudes or meaningless reassurances.
”What did you see?”
Then, in the middle of his sentence, Tarnished disappears. Hurricane stills, dark gaze fixing on the spot the man had been standing but moments earlier.
”Fuck….”
The expletive leaves his mouth before he can prevent it (not that he would have done so in any case). Pale wings flaring wide, he pivots, dark gaze scanning the surrounding landscape as he tries to find the source. His position is low and defensive, preparing for an imminent attack. His gaze turns to the gathered Brothers, ensuring that everyone else is accounted for. They are.
”What the hell,” he growls in a low voice as he continues scanning the flat land extending out beyond the cave. His only thought is that it had to be a magician. No one else (that he knows of) has the ability to simply make a horse vanish as Tarnished had. Moving swiftly, he steps towards the small group of men, using his wings to urge them into a more defensive position. He doesn’t damn well care if anyone objects at this point. As far as he is concerned, someone had just declared war on the Tundra. Though, if a magician were indeed attacking them, this whole maneuver was all something of a moot point anyway.
Still, he bloody well won’t stand around and wait to be picked off one by one. Sharp gaze turning back to the group, he speaks simply, unwilling to waste time with platitudes or meaningless reassurances.
”What did you see?”
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane
