02-03-2017, 05:59 PM
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
It has been a very long time since he made a trip to the Field. He was not one to do much recruiting in the Tundra, and even when he did want to, the Field was less often full of stallions and more often full of mares; he had, in his youth, recruited a few stallions and mares but eventually he had grown weary of the practice. The men didn’t stay, and too many women turned him down flat; it was easier to find the lost and the seeking in the Meadow and let the rest come to the Tundra. It had been sparse, but never empty. And he was content like that – occasionally recruiting young men from other Kingdoms, his own offspring, and those who wandered in.
But Beqanna is in a peaceful time, or at least so it seems on the surface, and he knows he will have to prove himself in this new Kingdom sooner or later. Inevitably, it will end in the Pegasus making a few challenges or fighting a few mocks, and his fighting prowess will speak for itself. But Brennen figures he might as well try the easy way first, and see if he can rustle up any willing recruits. He wouldn’t call it lazy per se, but the more energy efficient option. He might appear to be in the prime of his life, fit and able, but mentally he is weary of fighting for no reason. He is willing to fight for a cause, willing to fight to train others, and he always loves a real challenge on equal grounds, but so far he hasn’t had any of those things in New Beqanna.
Landing as gracefully as a 1,000-odd pound winged animal can land, he folds his dark wings to his sides and looks around, aimlessly walking towards the first group he sees. A mare, taller than him but looking travel-weary and tired; a red foal the only one yet to approach her. He reaches them in time to hear the colt’s bright greeting, and a half-smile appears on his face, his amber eyes lit with the smile as he lifts his gaze to her face. Only once he has settled into a relaxed stance between the two of them, forming a sort of triangle, does he offer his own greeting. “And I’m Brennen,” he says, “Welcome to Beqanna.”
But Beqanna is in a peaceful time, or at least so it seems on the surface, and he knows he will have to prove himself in this new Kingdom sooner or later. Inevitably, it will end in the Pegasus making a few challenges or fighting a few mocks, and his fighting prowess will speak for itself. But Brennen figures he might as well try the easy way first, and see if he can rustle up any willing recruits. He wouldn’t call it lazy per se, but the more energy efficient option. He might appear to be in the prime of his life, fit and able, but mentally he is weary of fighting for no reason. He is willing to fight for a cause, willing to fight to train others, and he always loves a real challenge on equal grounds, but so far he hasn’t had any of those things in New Beqanna.
Landing as gracefully as a 1,000-odd pound winged animal can land, he folds his dark wings to his sides and looks around, aimlessly walking towards the first group he sees. A mare, taller than him but looking travel-weary and tired; a red foal the only one yet to approach her. He reaches them in time to hear the colt’s bright greeting, and a half-smile appears on his face, his amber eyes lit with the smile as he lifts his gaze to her face. Only once he has settled into a relaxed stance between the two of them, forming a sort of triangle, does he offer his own greeting. “And I’m Brennen,” he says, “Welcome to Beqanna.”
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN