05-09-2020, 06:27 AM
Oceane and Nashua - together they had reminded him of the important things of life. Perhaps the hunger that plagued both him and his residents, his clan, his family as he had dubbed them - perhaps hunger made him forget sometimes. Made him cranky and eager to lash out.
But was that a bad thing? Up until then, Icicle Isle had been a silent territory. After the initial debacle had settled, at least. It had been a territory for the brave, for the strong-willed northerners that could live with the cold. A collection of horses that frequently seemed to have a little magic about them that allowed them to step where others could not - now, it was similar, but more in the direction of actual survival. Not bad, perhaps, but not that good either.
What rises from the ashes?
Something stronger than before.
The ice dragon had watched Oceane take her leave, knowing she would honor her promise to come see the Isle tomorrow, and bring Alcinder as well. He had not asked her to come because politics couldn’t be discussed in Loess, or the riverlands which had been neutral enough - but because he needed them to see, to smell, and know what it was that she was bargaining about.
But today was not for politics, he’d said, and he’d meant it - today, apparently, became another day to guide a yearling colt home.
He had debated leaving the frozen carcass, but eventually decided to take it. It would be an odd sight, a dragon carrying half a deer around like it was a popsicle, but he wanted to bring it home for the other predatory shifters. So now, he’d carried it in his large, black-and-brown claws, and dumped it near the border in a bush with a thud. Anyone seeing it would understand that it wasn’t naturally frozen - and hopefully steer clear, long enough for Leilan to drop off Nashua.
He wasn’t actually surprised to find a kid of Lilliana wandering about. Just marvelled over the odds of him running into the boy.
It is only after dropping the frozen carcass that he shrinks back into his horse-shape (only registering just after that to Nashua, this is new). He keeps the silvery, ice-clad wings that seem to fit the roaning of his body, just as a precaution. He hasn’t kept up with Taiga for a while, and it seemed to him wings could be handy if he ran into someone who didn’t appreciate his presence here.
He turns to Nash, assuming the boy would be staring like he had throughout the whole of their earlier conversation. ”Stop gaping. Let’s go and find your mother.”
But was that a bad thing? Up until then, Icicle Isle had been a silent territory. After the initial debacle had settled, at least. It had been a territory for the brave, for the strong-willed northerners that could live with the cold. A collection of horses that frequently seemed to have a little magic about them that allowed them to step where others could not - now, it was similar, but more in the direction of actual survival. Not bad, perhaps, but not that good either.
What rises from the ashes?
Something stronger than before.
The ice dragon had watched Oceane take her leave, knowing she would honor her promise to come see the Isle tomorrow, and bring Alcinder as well. He had not asked her to come because politics couldn’t be discussed in Loess, or the riverlands which had been neutral enough - but because he needed them to see, to smell, and know what it was that she was bargaining about.
But today was not for politics, he’d said, and he’d meant it - today, apparently, became another day to guide a yearling colt home.
He had debated leaving the frozen carcass, but eventually decided to take it. It would be an odd sight, a dragon carrying half a deer around like it was a popsicle, but he wanted to bring it home for the other predatory shifters. So now, he’d carried it in his large, black-and-brown claws, and dumped it near the border in a bush with a thud. Anyone seeing it would understand that it wasn’t naturally frozen - and hopefully steer clear, long enough for Leilan to drop off Nashua.
He wasn’t actually surprised to find a kid of Lilliana wandering about. Just marvelled over the odds of him running into the boy.
It is only after dropping the frozen carcass that he shrinks back into his horse-shape (only registering just after that to Nashua, this is new). He keeps the silvery, ice-clad wings that seem to fit the roaning of his body, just as a precaution. He hasn’t kept up with Taiga for a while, and it seemed to him wings could be handy if he ran into someone who didn’t appreciate his presence here.
He turns to Nash, assuming the boy would be staring like he had throughout the whole of their earlier conversation. ”Stop gaping. Let’s go and find your mother.”
nothing burns like the cold
Leilan
@[Nashua] unaware that Lilli is stolen, or maybe she could be gone while Nash was out if that works for you?
@[Castile] hello Rocky ^^
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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