05-30-2015, 02:33 PM
The call rings out clearly across the cold air of the Tundra. His pale ears flick towards the sound, the distinctive voice causing him to lift his head from the patch he had dug in the snow. It is rare to find him on the ground rather than patrolling the skies, but even he has to eat. Now though, his meal could wait. The meeting could not.
He had been expecting this actually. With Mountain gone, Errant would need to cement his claim. Call the Brotherhood together. Give orders. Be a king. So Hurricane answers the call, dappled body launching into the overcast sky with the ease of many years of practice. His large, pale wings carry him swiftly over the barren earth until he finds Errant and the gathering Brothers.
He settles onto the ground, hooves punching through the snow to land on the frozen layer beneath. He is alert, attention evenly divided between the newly crowned king and the slowly gathering group of brothers. As soon as the scarred stallion begins to speak, Hurricane’s dark eyes fix on him as he listens.
He does not speak immediately, allowing other’s the have their say first. He mulls over Errant’s questions for long moments, collecting his thoughts before adding his own voice.
We should make alliances, rather than treaties. While treaties have their time and place, they are all too easily broken. If you need me to, I would be willing to visit any kingdom you wish us to ally ourselves with.
He pauses for a moment before adding his second opinion. He suspected this opinion would be the more controversial one.
I also think that we should send an envoy to any kingdom with a magician. Make an alliance if we can, and keep our guard up if we cannot. While magicians may not be any more or less duplicitous than any other horse, they have the power to back it up if they so choose. Not all of them are as… circumspect in the use of their magic as you are. And we already know the havoc even a single magician can wreak if he or she so chooses.
He had been expecting this actually. With Mountain gone, Errant would need to cement his claim. Call the Brotherhood together. Give orders. Be a king. So Hurricane answers the call, dappled body launching into the overcast sky with the ease of many years of practice. His large, pale wings carry him swiftly over the barren earth until he finds Errant and the gathering Brothers.
He settles onto the ground, hooves punching through the snow to land on the frozen layer beneath. He is alert, attention evenly divided between the newly crowned king and the slowly gathering group of brothers. As soon as the scarred stallion begins to speak, Hurricane’s dark eyes fix on him as he listens.
He does not speak immediately, allowing other’s the have their say first. He mulls over Errant’s questions for long moments, collecting his thoughts before adding his own voice.
We should make alliances, rather than treaties. While treaties have their time and place, they are all too easily broken. If you need me to, I would be willing to visit any kingdom you wish us to ally ourselves with.
He pauses for a moment before adding his second opinion. He suspected this opinion would be the more controversial one.
I also think that we should send an envoy to any kingdom with a magician. Make an alliance if we can, and keep our guard up if we cannot. While magicians may not be any more or less duplicitous than any other horse, they have the power to back it up if they so choose. Not all of them are as… circumspect in the use of their magic as you are. And we already know the havoc even a single magician can wreak if he or she so chooses.
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane