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you're the beacon / warrick - wound - 04-03-2018
credit to nat of adoxography. @[Warrick] RE: you're the beacon / warrick - Warrick - 04-04-2018 we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight There has been so much movement lately in Tephra, the Overseer is glad that summer has arrived - the warmer (hotter, sweltering) weather seems to have slowed everyone down, and he can finally catch his breath. There are many updates that are needed to be discussed with himself and his diplomats (Sylva, Ischia, Hyaline, Loess, they all play in his head over and over), but with the birth of Marble, the blue-bay stallion has found himself caring much more about his relationships with those who are already in Tephra than those who are strangers to it. He finds her familiar form along the river, her nose close to the lava streams that run rampant and random through the grasslands (anyone but a resident would find it abnormal). Warrick smiles comfortingly as he comes to stand beside her, his cobalt muzzle gently running along her neck in gentle huffs of breath in greeting, inhaling the scents on her auburn skin. He is relaxed beneath the summer sun, the tension built up in his muscles from winter and spring now somehow rubbed away in the Tephran warmth. His black mane sticks damply to his mahogany neck, just coming from the dense and humid trees of the jungle that borders the ocean’s waters, where he frequents when he is not near the base of the volcano. “Wound,” he says, his voice rich with endearment and adoration. She is special to him - though in a way he cannot truly describe - but it is apparent on the sound of his voice and the sparkle in his eye. “You have been busy. It’s good to see you.” The Overseer absentmindedly grooms the darkness of her mane where it meets her neck, nibbling with the pinching of his teeth to pluck anything that may cling to the long tendrils. “How is Wishbone?” he asks pensively, though he chuckles and quickly adds: “Or should I say where is she?” Their daughter is as wild and rampant as the world around them and he would not be surprised if she is off making friends with the whales of the oceans or the parrots in the jungle. She is growing older (though Warrick hates to admit it; Solace is still just his darling baby in his mind’s eye), and with his agreement with Nerine, he wonders if her untamed spirit will be the one to volunteer to go. Warrick pulls his head away from Wound to arch his neck, lowering his head to rub his cheek against the inside of his foreleg. He snorts softly as he raises his head, his black forelock falling into the deep blue of his ocean-eyes. Knowing that she’d be interested, the conversation momentarily shifts. “Sylva is cautious, but willing. Nerine and I have decided to show our bond by offering one of our own. Loess is friendly, but an official pact has yet to be made. Ischia still remains an enigma, and Hyaline of course - ” he pauses, shifting his gaze towards her with a slight puzzlement in his face. “Hyaline is good?” His voice has changed - the business has fallen away and true concern finds his vocal cords, laced with the hope that Solace still flourishes beneath Hyaline’s flowered crown. Warrick @[wound] <3 RE: you're the beacon / warrick - wound - 04-10-2018
credit to nat of adoxography. @[Warrick] omg this is a novel i'm so sorry!! RE: you're the beacon / warrick - Warrick - 04-12-2018 we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight A warm smile flutters onto the navy of his mouth as he finishes playing with her mane, pressing the hum of his chuckle into the soft auburn of her neck. He relaxes beside Wound - there is no frivolities or saving face. He simply could be himself - the same man she met many moons ago when he was just a simple stallion, not the King of Tephra and her volcano. She has watched him grown and she has grown with him, the thought causing his cerulean gaze to fall admirably into hers, remembering the once cautious and nervous woman that had merely been a stranger on the shadowed shores. She has come into her own, blossoming beneath the heat and smoke of Tephra’s country, a peacekeeper and one of his dearest companions. An idea distracts him for a moment, but Wound’s steady voice (unwavering and ever present) bring his attention back to the present. He bobs his head slightly, affirming and listening tentatively. “That is good to hear,” he replies with a thoughtful rise of his brows, wondering if it is perhaps past due time for him to visit Solace once again. It had been far too long since he went to Hyaline when business was not at the forefront. He is also surprised to hear that Svedka had been in Hyaline still, for Warrick had been sure that his son would have moved on. The thought made him feel relief - Solace would watch out for the wild spirit that is her brother. Warrick smiles again, adding: “I’m sure Svedka and Wishbone got along rather well.” He laughs then, tossing his head slightly. The two of them - despite merely half-siblings - were obviously kin when it came to their personalities. It’s funny to think; did that part of them come from Warrick? The conversation lingers on politics for a moment still as Wound presses him on who would be leaving to Nerine. With a knowing look he finds her eyes, brows rising curiously. “I would need a volunteer. The moment I ask, we both know who will offer herself up first.” He is smiling, but there is a glimmer of sadness in his blue gaze. She is growing - over a year old, now - and though he knows Wishbone would soon make her depart from Tephra just like his other children had, he still hasn’t found himself ready. “Should we just go ahead and let her go?” “Wound,” he says softly, slowly, as a certain seriousness suddenly comes about him. “I need to ask something of you.” He pauses, tilting his head slightly to meet her eyes. “Will you continue all you are doing - bettering Tephra, bettering our people, loving our home - as my Head of Peace?” Warrick @[wound] NEVER apologize for Wound words! <3 RE: you're the beacon / warrick - wound - 04-18-2018
credit to nat of adoxography. @[Warrick] Just a quick little finish-up so we can gear up for another thread later <3 |