04-09-2016, 01:47 PM
After the darker stallion had agreed to accompany him to his home, he wasted no time in leading the way. He keeps his pace slow and steady, mindful of the other man’s exhaustion and injured state, pausing when the other man needs a short breather. He had long since grown accustomed to flying the distance from his home to the field, so walking is a rather novel experience. But it is not one he minds. It is always good to see the world through the trees once in a while.
Were it possible, he would have made the journey shorter for Sindor. As it is, it’s perhaps fortunate that the journey is relatively short when compared to most other places on might travel from the Tundra. In short order, the massive ice wall bordering the southern edge of the kingdom is looming before them. He leads the other man unerringly towards the small opening, passing through into the summer-kissed plains of his home.
When finally they come to a halt, the sparse vegetation and scrubby brush of the Tundra extending before them, he turns to face the other stallion. Sindor’s voice is dry and scratchy when he speaks, questioning where they are. Hurricane nods, affirming their location.
”This is the Tundra, my home.”
He pauses to glance around the familiar landscape, taking in the looming wall of ice, the hardy flowers blooming amongst the early summer grasses, and the hills containing the ruins and caves erupting into the skyline in the distance.
”You will be safe here. The wall protects us, as do the Brothers standing watch.”
He among them. When not in the field, he could most often be found in the skies, patrolling his home. Even now, the call of the sky is a lure singing his name. But for the sake of the newcomer, he would resist for the time being.
Were it possible, he would have made the journey shorter for Sindor. As it is, it’s perhaps fortunate that the journey is relatively short when compared to most other places on might travel from the Tundra. In short order, the massive ice wall bordering the southern edge of the kingdom is looming before them. He leads the other man unerringly towards the small opening, passing through into the summer-kissed plains of his home.
When finally they come to a halt, the sparse vegetation and scrubby brush of the Tundra extending before them, he turns to face the other stallion. Sindor’s voice is dry and scratchy when he speaks, questioning where they are. Hurricane nods, affirming their location.
”This is the Tundra, my home.”
He pauses to glance around the familiar landscape, taking in the looming wall of ice, the hardy flowers blooming amongst the early summer grasses, and the hills containing the ruins and caves erupting into the skyline in the distance.
”You will be safe here. The wall protects us, as do the Brothers standing watch.”
He among them. When not in the field, he could most often be found in the skies, patrolling his home. Even now, the call of the sky is a lure singing his name. But for the sake of the newcomer, he would resist for the time being.
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane
