07-06-2017, 08:00 AM
There is a difference in him, a difference that wouldn’t be caught by those who did not know him well; but he could feel it. It wasn’t an obvious change, unlike the great navy wings that are now pulled in quietly to his auburns sides, ruffling involuntarily as they react to every slight thought in his mind, a tiny glimpse into his thoughts. It is an emotional difference, purely mental, and it pools in the pit of his stomach, simmering with heat as it rises in temperature; it shows in the once soft features of his face, that were now slightly harder and a little bit less trusting, while the blue of his eyes holds a certain wariness that has never been seen before.
Worry is something that Warrick is rather familiar with (worrying about Tang and whether she would ever come back to him, and truly be with him, worrying for Ellyse’s wellbeing…these were all very familiar to him), but the type of worry that shadows the corners of his face, bringing a hardened contour across the hollow of his cheeks and beneath his eyes, were a very different type of worry. Almost a type of protectiveness that seeps through his very being, rumbling darkly in the cavity of his chest. The feebleness within him is beginning to scrub away, new responsibilities and duties causing him to shift away from what once was, and turn to what he knew he needs to become.
His words muster no reaction from the bay mare besides a gentle curling of her lips into a knowing smile. Warrick immediately realizes that his hypothesis is correct, he did know her, but his blue eyes continue to search her features for something that would trigger a name or bring the memory of her into focus. She notes the feathers that form from the points of his withers, and he snorts softly in response as the great wings shift involuntarily, their blue color ruffling gently.
The second the foliage around him began to wither, the light of realization sparks in his eyes. The navy of his lips now match her smile, the edge of worry lessening and bringing a soft look to the auburn features of his face. “Kolera,” he says simply. He had not thought about the once-young filly that had found her way into Tephra many moons ago, a sweet child who was just learning of her ability and was separated from her mother. It was a nice memory, something that brought a slight gleam to his brilliant blue gaze. “You’ve wandered in here before, you’d think you have learned some manners by now,” he chides her gently with a laugh, bobbing his head towards her. She is different than he remembers of course, now nearely fully grown and with a mature, cunning look in her eyes that reminds him of her mother most distinctly.
“What brings you to me again today? Not lost your mother again, have you?”
Another emerges, joining them with a silent march and positioning himself nearest to Warrick. The bay stallion’s look of confusion was not easily hidden as the auburn of his eyelids narrow, wings shuffling in response. Warrick has never seen the bay sabino before, but the young stallion has emerged from within the depths of Tephra, not from outside of it. The stranger’s stature is frigid, not in a way that made him look uncomfortable in front of the duo, but almost unwelcoming. Warrick mirrors the stallion’s pinned ears with his own, immediately set back on edge by the presence of the stranger that obviously knows Kolera as well.
Navy nostrils flutter as he inhales deeply, snorting sharply as he exhales. The scent that covers the younger stallion is familiar: smoke and sulfur (most likely from the volcano), as well has hints of what only Warrick could place as his king.
The realization causes his muscles to grow taut beneath his auburn flesh, the feather-light bones in his wings stretching reflexively as he becomes overwhelmed with the newfound displeasure of his presence in the group. Warrick’s jaw clenches, the muscles jumping as his teeth grind against each other, his inky tail flicking against his haunch. Acrid words build up in the cavity of his mouth, desperately wanting to demand an explanation for Hyaline, for Tang, but Warrick bites his tongue and merely presses his lips into a thin, unpleasant line. The look did not suit him.
Of course, Warrick only knows of Offspring’s son’s involvement, and the only thing keeping him civil is Kolera that stands before him. How might his demeanor change upon realizing that Kolera had been a very important key player in what happened that night?
The bay is content to stand in silence, but finally breaks it with forced pleasantries.
“I’m Warrick,” he says to the stallion, “This is Kolera. Who are you?”
Oh, but he already knew; probably more than he would like to.
Worry is something that Warrick is rather familiar with (worrying about Tang and whether she would ever come back to him, and truly be with him, worrying for Ellyse’s wellbeing…these were all very familiar to him), but the type of worry that shadows the corners of his face, bringing a hardened contour across the hollow of his cheeks and beneath his eyes, were a very different type of worry. Almost a type of protectiveness that seeps through his very being, rumbling darkly in the cavity of his chest. The feebleness within him is beginning to scrub away, new responsibilities and duties causing him to shift away from what once was, and turn to what he knew he needs to become.
His words muster no reaction from the bay mare besides a gentle curling of her lips into a knowing smile. Warrick immediately realizes that his hypothesis is correct, he did know her, but his blue eyes continue to search her features for something that would trigger a name or bring the memory of her into focus. She notes the feathers that form from the points of his withers, and he snorts softly in response as the great wings shift involuntarily, their blue color ruffling gently.
The second the foliage around him began to wither, the light of realization sparks in his eyes. The navy of his lips now match her smile, the edge of worry lessening and bringing a soft look to the auburn features of his face. “Kolera,” he says simply. He had not thought about the once-young filly that had found her way into Tephra many moons ago, a sweet child who was just learning of her ability and was separated from her mother. It was a nice memory, something that brought a slight gleam to his brilliant blue gaze. “You’ve wandered in here before, you’d think you have learned some manners by now,” he chides her gently with a laugh, bobbing his head towards her. She is different than he remembers of course, now nearely fully grown and with a mature, cunning look in her eyes that reminds him of her mother most distinctly.
“What brings you to me again today? Not lost your mother again, have you?”
Another emerges, joining them with a silent march and positioning himself nearest to Warrick. The bay stallion’s look of confusion was not easily hidden as the auburn of his eyelids narrow, wings shuffling in response. Warrick has never seen the bay sabino before, but the young stallion has emerged from within the depths of Tephra, not from outside of it. The stranger’s stature is frigid, not in a way that made him look uncomfortable in front of the duo, but almost unwelcoming. Warrick mirrors the stallion’s pinned ears with his own, immediately set back on edge by the presence of the stranger that obviously knows Kolera as well.
Navy nostrils flutter as he inhales deeply, snorting sharply as he exhales. The scent that covers the younger stallion is familiar: smoke and sulfur (most likely from the volcano), as well has hints of what only Warrick could place as his king.
The realization causes his muscles to grow taut beneath his auburn flesh, the feather-light bones in his wings stretching reflexively as he becomes overwhelmed with the newfound displeasure of his presence in the group. Warrick’s jaw clenches, the muscles jumping as his teeth grind against each other, his inky tail flicking against his haunch. Acrid words build up in the cavity of his mouth, desperately wanting to demand an explanation for Hyaline, for Tang, but Warrick bites his tongue and merely presses his lips into a thin, unpleasant line. The look did not suit him.
Of course, Warrick only knows of Offspring’s son’s involvement, and the only thing keeping him civil is Kolera that stands before him. How might his demeanor change upon realizing that Kolera had been a very important key player in what happened that night?
The bay is content to stand in silence, but finally breaks it with forced pleasantries.
“I’m Warrick,” he says to the stallion, “This is Kolera. Who are you?”
Oh, but he already knew; probably more than he would like to.
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick
@[Kolera]
@[Levi]
oh okay, here's the novel y'all DIDN'T ask for
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