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the shadow proves the sunshine - longclaw - Warrick - 12-19-2017 like the sun swallowed up by the earth Night swallows him wholly beneath the volcano’s rumbling mass. Darkness shrouds each corner and hollow crook of rock and shrub, melting into the crevices. The only light is that of the volcano’s plume, glowing angry and red against the black abyss that yawns before the stallion; not even a sliver of the moon casts its silver light below. Haunting glows of red and oranges dance against his auburn flesh, alighting the cobalt of his wings with the appearance of flames. He stands at the shoreline, the sand blackened as the night that stretches out above it, staring into the churning sea. Here, at the breast of the volcano’s heart, the heat is fierce and unforgiving. The temperatures at the volcano’s core are so high that even the cold rock beside Warrick is radiating and would perhaps even singe his flesh if he lingers against it for a moment too long. The heat soothes him somehow, despite its intensity and fervor. The winged stallion shuffles his wings with a gentle flex of the lithe bones, their indigo color fluttering as he brings them in to settle at his russet sides. The stillness of night brings Warrick his thoughts, laying them out one by one before him as he attempts to sort through them. He had taken up the crown swiftly and dutifully, and without much hesitation, he is thrown deep into the throes of his kingdom - now responsible for each event that happens beneath the volcano’s watchful stare. He thinks of Karaugh, a captive only a short flight around the other side of the volcano, and of Kolera and her insistence to see her mother, despite Warrick’s careful warnings. His mind even flutters to Reagan, to Offspring. The stallion snorts sharply; he is a gentle-spirit, and he values the relationships he has carved from the very magma of Tephra, but he cannot help but feel as though he is already viewed only as a generous soul with kind eyes - eager to please. He is slow to anger, but he is beginning to feel the annoyance rifle to the surface. The familiar face of Longclaw enters his mind and for moment he does not fester; and as if on cue, the iridescent blue of the stallion comes into view, a stark color against the blackness of night. Without hesitation and welcoming the distraction (and realizing very quickly there is much for him to say to the fire-wielding beast), he begins to move towards him at a slow canter, coming to stand before him on the same stretch of beach that they had first met. “Longclaw,” he says with a dip of his head in greeting, drawing up before him shortly as his hooves dig into the damp, compacted sand. “There is no moon tonight - have you found any hiding within the dark?” A tiny smile curls onto the cobalt of his lips, half-joking, but truly wondering if more strangers have tried to cross their borders. Warrick @[Longclaw] <3 RE: the shadow proves the sunshine - longclaw - Longclaw - 12-19-2017 LONGCLAW -I close my eyes, ignore the smoke- @[Warrick] <3<3 RE: the shadow proves the sunshine - longclaw - Warrick - 12-20-2017 like the sun swallowed up by the earth If the stallions had stopped long enough to think about their differences, perhaps they would find that the two should not be compatible - Longclaw has a certain intensity that seeps through the very marrow of his bones, fabricated deep into the sinew of his muscles and tissue. The iridescent blue stallion brings a ferocity (that is extremely well placed, which is why Warrick admires him to begin with) that rivals no other. It is a trait found lacking within Warrick’s soul, but he is beginning to feel the tight grip from the pressure of the crown, and is not afraid of what this new title might bring forth from the depths of his mind - a tickle of anger swelling with the need for respect. Longclaw greets him warmly, flashing Warrick a familiar toothy smile. He often forgets the power wielded beneath the stallion’s outer facade, and the bay is glad to know that the white-flamed warg is on his side - or, more appropriately, Tephra’s. “Let us make sure that reputation is to be upholded,” the winged stallion responds sternly, falling into step easily beside the shifter. Despite the largeness of his wings, Warrick moves effortlessly next to Longclaw as they begin to walk down the blackened beach. It must be obvious as the silence grows that Warrick has dove back into the sea of his thoughts, for Longclaw’s voice prys into the depths of his pensivity. It may be common knowledge to his night-strewn companion, but the news of Ellyse and Dahmer’s move to Sylva still resonates violently in his chest, leaving him feeling vulnerable and on edge. “I have lost my general, my commander, and my ambassador. Word of this will fly quickly through Beqanna, and I am not one to sit and hope that no one will attempt to take advantage of Tephra’s shift in rulers and powers.” His voice is low and grave, ever realistic as he quickly summarizes Tephra’s current political state: weak. “Lead my guard, train my soldiers - prepare them for darker days; to expect the worst, and to hope for the best. I do not doubt your abilities nor your mind - will you accept, Longclaw?” They are still walking, their hooves quietly sifting through the dampened sand with each stride, the smell of salt and smoke stirring as the wind picks up, howling hauntingly through the night. Warrick @[Longclaw] <3 Claw can choose to be 'general' or 'commander', whichever one he thinks he'll have more fun being in charge of! RE: the shadow proves the sunshine - longclaw - Longclaw - 12-21-2017 LONGCLAW -I close my eyes, ignore the smoke- @[Warrick] He'll happily take up position as the Commander, but of course you can keep him as a soldier too RE: the shadow proves the sunshine - longclaw - Warrick - 12-22-2017 like the sun swallowed up by the earth With a tilt of his head, Warrick notices that Longclaw stops abruptly, and only a few steps are taken before the Overseer stops as well, his haunch parallel to the iridescent blue of the other stallion’s shoulder. Longclaw’s reaction is by no means anything he expected, but as he watches the blue stallion at his side, he finds himself enamored. Longclaw shows Warrick his intentions, smoothing the worried lines of the Overseer’s face with each passionate word that leaves his darkening lips. Many have just assumed that Warrick would ooze the confidence and sureness of a King, but Longclaw recognizes the hesitancy within his voice and speaks to it, reminding Warrick that the slate is clean for them to rewrite.The winged-stallion lifts his head to the moonless sky, watching with wide eyes as the white-flame propels itself upward, sent there from Longclaw’s command, a brilliant and swirling flame that illuminates into the furthest reaches, and perhaps burns brighter than the volcano itself. Warrick is in awe of the beauty that shines like an ethereal glow above them, bold and bright as it lingers. A new order begins where the old died away. There’s much to be done. As if to emphasize, the flame splits and breaks apart, showering a large part of the beach in white light of the flame, the heat fading from it as they cascade downwards, his eyes following the myriad of fire tendrils and their descent. They cool and stain his auburn coat with the familiar feeling of ash, though he is not quick to shake off the residue. The moment had been memorable, and Warrick relishes in the motivation he finds stirring within his chest. He has chosen his Commander well, he decides, and realizes he is more than lucky to have Longclaw belong to Tephra. “Gather them. They are moldable creatures in your hands. Make them experts in their craft - and be sure that their loyalties lie with us only. We have no enemies as of yet, but there are always a few stragglers that cannot accept peace for long. Make sure they are ready, Commander.” Warrick @[Longclaw] Basically he can train them however he likes - mocks, training exercises, missions, drill sergeant-esque yelling, etc. You can reply if you'd like, but basically this thread can be done! <3 |