07-04-2017, 08:59 AM
Once the information left his lips, Warrick could feel the uncomfortable sense of urgency melt away momentarily; together, they would know what to do. It will be quelled and solved between their council and advising, he had done his duty and there was nothing more to be expected of him. Warrick’s gentle (yet still alarmed) gaze flickers to Ellyse, watching curiously at the ferocity that immediately writhes through the golden muscles of her body, her hazel eyes churning with an emotion that, as one who had never experienced battle or war, is unfamiliar to him. Her voice is solid and certain, as it always is, and he finds comfort when her eyes soften upon looking at him. He wishes to reach out to her and brush his lips against her golden cheek, but now was not the time nor the place for such fleeting touches.
With a snort, his gaze pries from her and shifts Nymphetamine as he seconds Ellyse’s plan for a guard, as well as informing Warrick of a new assignment. He nearly takes a step forward to begin his journey, but the rumbling voice of Offspring causes him to become frozen.
‘Enough’.
The looming black beast’s tone confuses Warrick. Blue eyes narrow thoughtfully and his head tilts just so, his heart beginning to race once again as he realizes that all is still not well. He waits with a breath tight in his chest, Offspring’s presence simmering and steaming like the volcano in the distance.
“Your son?” Warrick cannot help but blurt out, his voice not accusing or malicious, merely surprised at such an idea. The bay stallion’s eyes become shrouded by a creased brow, unsure of what stirs within his stomach. His thoughts rush to Amet’s confession of Tang being hurt by the attackers, and the idea that Offspring’s flesh and blood was the cause, makes Warrick’s ears flick back onto his neck.
He says nothing. He continues to let Offspring give them the details of what happened, idly flicking his black tail against his auburn haunch. The king’s blazing red eyes are completely on Warrick, for he’s sure that the behemoth knows of his ties to Hyaline. Warrick’s gaze does not waver, listening and digesting. Iset. Warrick snorts sharply, wondering if his friendship with Amet (if you could even call it friendship, really) is misplaced. An inside job, it obviously was, and Warrick does not like the feeling of apprehension that washes over him at the notion that Amet was not involved at all.
It made him feel sick.
Warrick’s jaw clenches, hoping that he would not have to meet this son of Offspring’s – he knew the king could handle the boy just fine (and rein him in with ways that Warrick would be clueless), but the stallion is not sure how exactly he would react to such a character.
Plans have changed. They are going to Hyaline.
With a gentle lift of his chin and allowing his ears to come forward from the midst of his black mane, Warrick replies: “I am ready to leave at once.”
With a snort, his gaze pries from her and shifts Nymphetamine as he seconds Ellyse’s plan for a guard, as well as informing Warrick of a new assignment. He nearly takes a step forward to begin his journey, but the rumbling voice of Offspring causes him to become frozen.
‘Enough’.
The looming black beast’s tone confuses Warrick. Blue eyes narrow thoughtfully and his head tilts just so, his heart beginning to race once again as he realizes that all is still not well. He waits with a breath tight in his chest, Offspring’s presence simmering and steaming like the volcano in the distance.
“Your son?” Warrick cannot help but blurt out, his voice not accusing or malicious, merely surprised at such an idea. The bay stallion’s eyes become shrouded by a creased brow, unsure of what stirs within his stomach. His thoughts rush to Amet’s confession of Tang being hurt by the attackers, and the idea that Offspring’s flesh and blood was the cause, makes Warrick’s ears flick back onto his neck.
He says nothing. He continues to let Offspring give them the details of what happened, idly flicking his black tail against his auburn haunch. The king’s blazing red eyes are completely on Warrick, for he’s sure that the behemoth knows of his ties to Hyaline. Warrick’s gaze does not waver, listening and digesting. Iset. Warrick snorts sharply, wondering if his friendship with Amet (if you could even call it friendship, really) is misplaced. An inside job, it obviously was, and Warrick does not like the feeling of apprehension that washes over him at the notion that Amet was not involved at all.
It made him feel sick.
Warrick’s jaw clenches, hoping that he would not have to meet this son of Offspring’s – he knew the king could handle the boy just fine (and rein him in with ways that Warrick would be clueless), but the stallion is not sure how exactly he would react to such a character.
Plans have changed. They are going to Hyaline.
With a gentle lift of his chin and allowing his ears to come forward from the midst of his black mane, Warrick replies: “I am ready to leave at once.”
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick