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The winds ruffled his cropped short fur as he looked to the dark grey clouds forming over Casa. The dusty man with his emerald and amethyst eyes struck an imposing figure as he stood tall atop the towering gates of Fort Kingsbury. It was not long since he and Juliet had returned and now their very home was being threatened by nature herself. This impending disaster had breathed life back into the dead man, his hands were stained with blood but he saw before him a gift from Fenris; a chance to redeem himself. There were young and infirm to protect, his own brother's children which he had not met so far. Unthinkingly his gaze turned south and he stared longingly towards Cercatori d'Arte where Skye and his new brother and sister were waiting same as they were for this disaster to break upon them.
Coming back to himself he shook his head and raised it to the sky calling for all Casa members available to try to build up their food supply before the hurricane hit. Jazper had asked him to round up everyone who was willing and take send them out to search. He was the Mirino of the Brotherhood after all, the tracker and one of Casa's highest ranking members. His call echoed out into Casa and he swung himself down from the gates landing heavily in a crouched position. Pulling himself up to his full height of eight foot four inches he waited in silence with a steely look upon his face. Lightning flashed in the distance but the Knight did not flinch, a handful of seconds later thunder rolled across the sky. The storm was closing in.
As came before him, the ones who answered, Lorenzo would greet each of them with a grunt of acknowledgement. He looked very much like Jazper did at this moment, calm and in control. When all were assembled before him Lorenzo raised his voice to be heard over the whipping winds that were picking up,
"Ah 'ave called ye 'ere to 'elp find food fer Casa, we don't 'ave enough tah outlast this storm. Ah 'ave been scountin' an there is a large 'erd of deer not to far ahway from 'ere, so mahself will be goin' after them. Any oh yer are welcome ta' come an eef ya wanna strike out on yer own then ah won't be stoppin' ya. But heed this warnin' make sure yer back before nightfall, Jazper wants ereone back inside tha Fort when this storm hits." He hoped he wouldn't be digging out any of their bodies after this was all over, Lorenzo had become hard inside with the onset of the hurricane, his eyes like chips of ice as he looked from face to face, most unknown to him. Again lightning forked and thunder cracked illuminating up the day that was darkening by the hour.
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