05-22-2016, 05:49 PM
BROTHER, LET ME BE YOUR FORTRESS, WHEN THE NIGHT WINDS ARE DRIVING ON.
I CAN BE THE ONE TO LIGHT YOUR WAY; I WILL BRING YOU HOME.
Time has come and gone, as it always does, as it always will. Each changing season brings forth familiar experiences - the soft, bristling breeze of autumn, the icy chill of winter, the warm caress of spring and the unadulterated discomfort of summer. Alas, the dying, crumbling remnants of summer have waned away, left behind by morning frost and dried out brush that lay scattered across the empty, barren wasteland that he so affectionately refers to as his dwelling. He settles in the midst of it all, a marred black canvas among a pale, muted landscape of gold. He is massive in stature and his posture is firm; strengthened by his resolve to always remain on guard for appearances - or worse. He is stiff, upright and solemn, as he always is.
His darkened red eyes peer across the land, which is bland in every sense of the word at this changing of time, but he savors it. Soon, it will be covered in a thick blanket of white, and with it, the very same frigidity that lingers within his blood and beneath his skin would soon envelope the land, unnerving those around him. He has become one with this land, and even after his figurative crown is long gone and his powers dwindle to dust, he will always be of snow and ice. It will always be a part of him; a lingering reminder of the harsh realities of life.
His mind quiets as he hears lingering footfall so near to him - he can tell by their weight and precision that they belong to none other than his right-hand. His long, sweeping neck turns so that he may look at him, deep red meeting blinding blue, a brief nod given in response to his name. It has been some time since he had last seen his companion - his closest friend, to be sure. Their time together had been brief as of recent, but their relationship remained strong. Intact. He knew he could rely on him, that he could depend upon him in any time of need, regardless of the expanse of time that lingered in between their conversations.
"Good morning, Brynmor. It has been some time, hasn't it?" He knew the answer as well and as thoroughly as Brynmor himself did, but it felt like it needed to be stated. A reminder to both of them that perhaps it had been too much time. "Diplomacy seems to be in good hands. I believe a strengthened alliance with both the Valley and Chamber is fast approaching, and much of that is due to you. I thank you. You have been good to me, and good to our Brothers." And there was more, but he decided to wait, his steady gaze upon the mottled gray male before him. He would settle and wait for the opportune moment to speak again, once formalities were brushed to the wayside.
His darkened red eyes peer across the land, which is bland in every sense of the word at this changing of time, but he savors it. Soon, it will be covered in a thick blanket of white, and with it, the very same frigidity that lingers within his blood and beneath his skin would soon envelope the land, unnerving those around him. He has become one with this land, and even after his figurative crown is long gone and his powers dwindle to dust, he will always be of snow and ice. It will always be a part of him; a lingering reminder of the harsh realities of life.
His mind quiets as he hears lingering footfall so near to him - he can tell by their weight and precision that they belong to none other than his right-hand. His long, sweeping neck turns so that he may look at him, deep red meeting blinding blue, a brief nod given in response to his name. It has been some time since he had last seen his companion - his closest friend, to be sure. Their time together had been brief as of recent, but their relationship remained strong. Intact. He knew he could rely on him, that he could depend upon him in any time of need, regardless of the expanse of time that lingered in between their conversations.
"Good morning, Brynmor. It has been some time, hasn't it?" He knew the answer as well and as thoroughly as Brynmor himself did, but it felt like it needed to be stated. A reminder to both of them that perhaps it had been too much time. "Diplomacy seems to be in good hands. I believe a strengthened alliance with both the Valley and Chamber is fast approaching, and much of that is due to you. I thank you. You have been good to me, and good to our Brothers." And there was more, but he decided to wait, his steady gaze upon the mottled gray male before him. He would settle and wait for the opportune moment to speak again, once formalities were brushed to the wayside.
OFFSPRING
the ice king of the tundra