01-13-2018, 02:06 PM
like the sun swallowed up by the earth
Amorette is a gentle spirit, and so is Warrick. It is no surprise that the two get along together so swimmingly, and Warrick wonders to himself why he has never done so before. However, there is a side to him that is darker than he would care to admit - even to himself. Tephra and its residents were above any other, and he knows that in a heartbeat he would fight for any single one of them, and would not blink an eye as the life of a evil being slips into nothingness - death is nothing new to him, and his troubled life has led him to believe that some do not deserve to live amongst them. Karaugh did not prove herself worthy of such light and kindness (such as Amorette possesses) and he will not allow a soul upon their home to chip away at what goodness was left in the world. Gryffen - he hopes he is dead, and all of his little compatriots. There is some goodness in all badness, but he has seen the exceptions and he will not give second chances to those who do not deserve them. A sanctuary is what Warrick imagines. The broken and forgotten could live safely amongst Tephra, without fear and judgement. He would protect them all from the harshness and evils of the outside world, but he cannot do that without letting a darker side of him take over when it is needed, nor could he do it if he did not have a cutthroat commander that wills loyalty and protection for the volcano as well.
He wonders momentarily if Amorette would ever doubt him, or question his ways to rule, and the idea that she might hurts him, but he swallows the sadness - she understands far more than she lets on, and he would not doubt her loyalty to him.
Amorette admires his wings, the gentleness of her gaze taking in the soft and supple feathers, that once extended fully could easily lift him into the air with one strong swipe. Beneath her gaze they flutter, ruffling at his sides in a soft whisper as they brush against each other, delicate little things that, by itself, were of no use, but together, were incredible. Her words are soft as they leave her lips, and his blue eyes rise to meet hers with a curious expression. “They give what we need,” he murmurs thoughtfully in response, snorting softly.
It does not take the little mare long to begin to stray closer to the bubbling pit, and he follows her without hesitation. The closer they moved, his adrenaline would rise, tightening within his chest and increasing the pulse of his heart throughout his body. It was exhilarating and made him feel alive to be so close to something so naturally powerful, and for a moment he loses himself into the orange glow, forgetting that Amorette is beside him. Her warning is meant to bring him back into focus but he reacts a moment too late, and the searing of his flesh is immediate and burning. The sound is almost more terrible than the pain itself, and he winces as he can hear the auburn skin melt away and the lava singe into his muscle of his shoulder, dotting down his legs and even burning away the blue at his legs. An expletive leaves his lips in surprise and pain, and sheepishly he glances to her in almost an apology as they dance away from the fire - she had been hurt too, and he frowns.
Warrick is about to speak, to suggest they stop being so curious and move down the volcano to find water to soothe their small burns, but he never gets to it because in an instant, a mixture of smoke and fire and burning fill his nostrils and alight on her body, and he snorts at her with concern - what was happening? He steps closer, nosing her with his muzzle on her curled neck as she brings her muzzle to her wounds, brow furrowing above his blue gaze.
It takes only a moment and she has turned her face back up to look at him, and with a tilt of his head he smiles at her amusedly. “Healing?” he questions her, “with fire?” He had seen so many things - but never has he seen a destructive and powerful source be used for fixing thing instead of burning them to ash. She comes to reach for him and he doesn’t hesitate, meeting her halfway by extending his own muzzle and welcoming her to heal the small burns that adorn his chest and legs.
“Please,” he says with a gentle laugh, his eyes sparkling.
Warrick
@[Amorette] <333