04-27-2018, 07:10 PM
we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight
The Overseer has grown and aged within the salt and smoke of Tephra’s flaming mount and dark seas. He is forged from the fire, forever holding the ferocity of the volcano within his chest. Time and experience has brought him to where he is now, and though the winged-stallion is regal and battle-worn, he is wise. He remembers the ones before him - Offspring, Ellyse, Magnus - and their legacy fuels his duty, as well as his own. His family, his own legacy, are his everything; the cornerstone for his existence. It used to be Tephra itself, but time and experience has led him to realize the peninsula is merely a place to live, while his children (and his lover, and his friends) were truly his home. When there is a call across the humid winds, carried over the golden plains of the intercoastal, Warrick is immediately on guard. The recent shift in Beqanna has left no room for the stallion’s normal mild-hearted manners, and so he quickly engages into a steady gallop towards the source, cerulean eyes dark with caution. He does not know who to expect when he comes to the only border of the peninsula - many have found refuge beneath the volcano’s hearth, and the new law requires any newcomers to be escorted by himself or Wound, which means that he must evaluate each equine that attempts to step onto Tephra’s soil.
However, the Overseer is surprised when he is finally able to make out the figure that stands to greet him - must like their battle in the plains, he comes to meet her with a steady pace and a quick swipe of his wings (fluttering them in surprise at her presence, his face matching the movement with raised brows and a slacked jaw). The cobalt of his wings quickly come to rest at his sides, and he snorts gently as he comes to a halt before her, his chin bobbing up and down rapidly. He is confused at seeing her, and though caution still dances through each muscle and nerve in the stallion’s body, he cannot help but feel as if Kagerus has come to bring more news of Hyaline, or if she perhaps is challenging him to another rematch. The healer did its job to heal the wounds on Warrick’s body, but he remembers her antlers to his flank quite well, and he is sure he would be immobile if not for the magic bestowed upon him. He clenches his teeth together, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he did so, and gives his head a quick toss.
“Kagerus,” he says unwaveringly and precisely, his ocean-blue gaze staring into hers expectantly. “You’ve come a long way to see me.”
Warrick
@[Kagerus]