06-27-2017, 08:30 AM
He doesn’t know exactly where to find them, but they know they are here – lurking within their own secret parts of Tephra, three stoic leaders watching quietly from unforeseen places. His heart flutters as he moves swiftly, his skin burning not only from the slick, humid air but also from the vital information he held on his tongue. He moves towards the volcano, the monument of Tephra, for he knew at least Offspring would be there, shrouded by the warmth of its shadows and steaming heat. Nymphetamine might be nearby, or possibly roaming the dense tropical foliage in the midday’s sun. Perhaps Ellyse is off the coast, her hazel eyes staring out into the dim grey of the sea, or taking to the skies to scour the expanse below her. He tries not to think about their last meeting, his heart stammering at the thought of her, and instead focuses on the words Amet had given him.
Attack on Hyaline. In the middle of the night. Fire, ash, screaming. Was it only a fluke, a group of pirate-like horses causing chaos? Or was it a foretelling of what is to come; perhaps a force is growing and strengthening beneath their noses, planning the downfall of larger kingdoms next?
At Amet’s offer to visit the injured Tang, the bay stallion nearly had traveled back to Hyaline the instant the words left the metallic of his lips. But he knew his duty and could not leave his kingdom without informing everyone of the possible dangers that might be on the way. He could hardly bring himself to leave the borders, guarding the entrances with heavy steps and a heavier beating heart.
No one would hurt his home.
Warrick’s muscular blue legs slam to a halt before the black rock that is the volcano, the wet stone steaming from the heat that plumes within its depths. Nostrils flare as a large breath sharply leaves him, inhaling quickly the scents that were nearest and freshest to him. Ash, sulfur, brine. With a toss of his head and a flick of his blue-tipped ears backwards, he calls for them – urgently. His long forelock falls across the cerulean blue of his eyes, their shape wide with concern.
He waits for them patiently, pacing a few steps and then turning to walk the same stride again, his black tail slashing at the auburn of his flanks.
Attack on Hyaline. In the middle of the night. Fire, ash, screaming. Was it only a fluke, a group of pirate-like horses causing chaos? Or was it a foretelling of what is to come; perhaps a force is growing and strengthening beneath their noses, planning the downfall of larger kingdoms next?
At Amet’s offer to visit the injured Tang, the bay stallion nearly had traveled back to Hyaline the instant the words left the metallic of his lips. But he knew his duty and could not leave his kingdom without informing everyone of the possible dangers that might be on the way. He could hardly bring himself to leave the borders, guarding the entrances with heavy steps and a heavier beating heart.
No one would hurt his home.
Warrick’s muscular blue legs slam to a halt before the black rock that is the volcano, the wet stone steaming from the heat that plumes within its depths. Nostrils flare as a large breath sharply leaves him, inhaling quickly the scents that were nearest and freshest to him. Ash, sulfur, brine. With a toss of his head and a flick of his blue-tipped ears backwards, he calls for them – urgently. His long forelock falls across the cerulean blue of his eyes, their shape wide with concern.
He waits for them patiently, pacing a few steps and then turning to walk the same stride again, his black tail slashing at the auburn of his flanks.
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick
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