So many changes have come in such a short period of time. Their king had disappeared, leaving their quiet kingdom in a state of upheaval. It is a state that Hurricane simply cannot abide. And apparently, neither can anyone else. But it is time. He has made his choice and so has Tarnished. Now it is time to win their brother’s approval.
The harshest days of winter are behind them, the wailing winds and heavy snows slowly giving way to the weak northern sun. Though the temperatures are still icy by the rest of Beqanna’s standards, for the Tundra, the days are turning warm. In truth the Tundra really only has two seasons. Winter and not-quite winter, a time when a few hardy plants would chance growing, when the ground would turn soggy from melting surface ice, and when a few brave creatures would venture north. He looks forward to that time, still several months away, but hesitantly edging into the softening winds.
He reaches the ruins in short order, the sacred place that houses their cave. Tarnished walks beside him, as prepared as anyone can possibly be prior to encountering their fears. He halts outside the cave entrance, dark gaze fixing upon the roan stallion as he takes his measure. The man spares him only glance before forging ahead into the cave’s dark interior.
And so he waits, standing with quiet patience as Tarnished confronts his demons. He does not know how many hours have passed before the stallion finally emerges, but he is still there, still waiting, his position hardly changed. He offers him a nod of acknowledgement, of acceptance, as he steps forward. Side by side, they stand before the barren kingdom.
Calling to his brothers, those loyal ones that have remained, he asks them to come. Once all have finally arrived, he begins.
As I’m sure you have all found by now, Errant is gone. He left with Lea some months ago and has not returned. While this is great cause for concern, it has left us in an untenable position, without leadership. There are those in Beqanna who already seek to take advantage of it.
He pauses, dark gaze moving to each brother in turn before landing on Tarnished.
Brothers, I would like you meet Tarnished. He arrived here a short time ago, and has since expressed interest in assisting us with our dilemma. As you can imagine, I was quite skeptical of his intentions.
For the brothers that had been present prior to Errant’s crowning, they would know precisely of what he spoke. He had not been kind in his questioning of their former king.
Having spoken with him at length, I have some confidence that he truly means his words. He has entered the cave and has become one of the Brotherhood. Pause. Tarnished has offered himself up as our next king, and I would stand beside him as a brother King. If the Brotherhood is amenable, we would put the kingdom to rights and halt any aspirations others might have for us.
He quiets then, gaze scanning the gathered stallions as he watches their reactions. He gives the floor to them, to Tarnished, that they might voice their own thoughts as well. Hoping that they would be amenable to their solution. Hurricane knows that he is too blunt, too honest; he would no doubt offend any number of the other kingdoms before his reign was done. But neither could he allow their kingdom to be perverted for another’s selfish desires.
The harshest days of winter are behind them, the wailing winds and heavy snows slowly giving way to the weak northern sun. Though the temperatures are still icy by the rest of Beqanna’s standards, for the Tundra, the days are turning warm. In truth the Tundra really only has two seasons. Winter and not-quite winter, a time when a few hardy plants would chance growing, when the ground would turn soggy from melting surface ice, and when a few brave creatures would venture north. He looks forward to that time, still several months away, but hesitantly edging into the softening winds.
He reaches the ruins in short order, the sacred place that houses their cave. Tarnished walks beside him, as prepared as anyone can possibly be prior to encountering their fears. He halts outside the cave entrance, dark gaze fixing upon the roan stallion as he takes his measure. The man spares him only glance before forging ahead into the cave’s dark interior.
And so he waits, standing with quiet patience as Tarnished confronts his demons. He does not know how many hours have passed before the stallion finally emerges, but he is still there, still waiting, his position hardly changed. He offers him a nod of acknowledgement, of acceptance, as he steps forward. Side by side, they stand before the barren kingdom.
Calling to his brothers, those loyal ones that have remained, he asks them to come. Once all have finally arrived, he begins.
As I’m sure you have all found by now, Errant is gone. He left with Lea some months ago and has not returned. While this is great cause for concern, it has left us in an untenable position, without leadership. There are those in Beqanna who already seek to take advantage of it.
He pauses, dark gaze moving to each brother in turn before landing on Tarnished.
Brothers, I would like you meet Tarnished. He arrived here a short time ago, and has since expressed interest in assisting us with our dilemma. As you can imagine, I was quite skeptical of his intentions.
For the brothers that had been present prior to Errant’s crowning, they would know precisely of what he spoke. He had not been kind in his questioning of their former king.
Having spoken with him at length, I have some confidence that he truly means his words. He has entered the cave and has become one of the Brotherhood. Pause. Tarnished has offered himself up as our next king, and I would stand beside him as a brother King. If the Brotherhood is amenable, we would put the kingdom to rights and halt any aspirations others might have for us.
He quiets then, gaze scanning the gathered stallions as he watches their reactions. He gives the floor to them, to Tarnished, that they might voice their own thoughts as well. Hoping that they would be amenable to their solution. Hurricane knows that he is too blunt, too honest; he would no doubt offend any number of the other kingdoms before his reign was done. But neither could he allow their kingdom to be perverted for another’s selfish desires.
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane
OOC: Just a note, we do have permission from Cassi to assume the throne. For the most part though, we would like to try to keep this as IC as possible. So feel free to have them talk it out.
