Post by Shan Yu on Apr 7, 2020 14:40:11 GMT
(February 11th, open to 5 Cursed Thorns for a scouting trip with Shan Yu.)
Normally it was the heavy tramp of bears, or the wild scream of a great eagle that set nature quiet in the Scotland wilderness. Today, smaller creatures hid in their burrows and birds fell silent as if hoping they wouldn’t be noticed by a different, foreign shape. His horse was terrifying enough, with it’s revered eyes and thickset build. But it was Shan Yu, feral-looking in his mismatched pelts and radiating his own wild, alpha-male authority atop it’s back that seemed poised to tame these lands.
Thick fingers pulled at the reigns of his snorting steed, holding it back with one mighty hand at the edge of a dell. The same wind that tousled pine branches whipped the hood back and revealed Shan Yu’s cold, expressionless feline eyes. They scanned the horizon. If his ears had been as mammalian as the rest of the man, they would have swiveled back to catch the sound of his scouts catching up.
A single raised fist.
As Hyabusa the falcon swept out of the sky to land, an ornament of ferocity on the mountainous shoulder, Shan Yu’s head turned to regard his troops.
Unimpressed.
There were a few noteworthy among them. But he blamed their mission, not their skill, for that.
Shan Yu was indebted to the Cursed Thorns, and particularly to the Evil Queen for healing him after his defeat. He’d been seen weak. He’d been saved at his lowest. So when the frosty monarch required him to scout the Scotland forests for their army, the Bishop hand-picked five Thorns and rode out. But he was too shrewd to believe that this was only a general scouting mission. Queen Regina had made it very clear what she wanted his yellow eyes to snag.
”Tell me,” rumbled the hoarse voice, like imposing rock cliffs dissolving. ”What do you see?”
This was a mission to find something the black magic-obsessed ruler called ‘Will ‘o the Wisps.’ She wanted his scouts to bring them back. It might be a glorified butterfly chase shamelessly disguised as warfare, but Shan Yu would use it to his advantage. He would find out which of these recruits could be trusted to replace his Huns, and their answer to this question overlooking the land was the first step.
Normally it was the heavy tramp of bears, or the wild scream of a great eagle that set nature quiet in the Scotland wilderness. Today, smaller creatures hid in their burrows and birds fell silent as if hoping they wouldn’t be noticed by a different, foreign shape. His horse was terrifying enough, with it’s revered eyes and thickset build. But it was Shan Yu, feral-looking in his mismatched pelts and radiating his own wild, alpha-male authority atop it’s back that seemed poised to tame these lands.
Thick fingers pulled at the reigns of his snorting steed, holding it back with one mighty hand at the edge of a dell. The same wind that tousled pine branches whipped the hood back and revealed Shan Yu’s cold, expressionless feline eyes. They scanned the horizon. If his ears had been as mammalian as the rest of the man, they would have swiveled back to catch the sound of his scouts catching up.
A single raised fist.
As Hyabusa the falcon swept out of the sky to land, an ornament of ferocity on the mountainous shoulder, Shan Yu’s head turned to regard his troops.
Unimpressed.
There were a few noteworthy among them. But he blamed their mission, not their skill, for that.
Shan Yu was indebted to the Cursed Thorns, and particularly to the Evil Queen for healing him after his defeat. He’d been seen weak. He’d been saved at his lowest. So when the frosty monarch required him to scout the Scotland forests for their army, the Bishop hand-picked five Thorns and rode out. But he was too shrewd to believe that this was only a general scouting mission. Queen Regina had made it very clear what she wanted his yellow eyes to snag.
”Tell me,” rumbled the hoarse voice, like imposing rock cliffs dissolving. ”What do you see?”
This was a mission to find something the black magic-obsessed ruler called ‘Will ‘o the Wisps.’ She wanted his scouts to bring them back. It might be a glorified butterfly chase shamelessly disguised as warfare, but Shan Yu would use it to his advantage. He would find out which of these recruits could be trusted to replace his Huns, and their answer to this question overlooking the land was the first step.
