[private] Desolation comes upon the sky // Warrick + Porcia

[Warrick]

we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight

Time moves fluidly and without mercy, cloaked along the breadth of his broad back and found in the depths of his worn, cerulean eyes. There is hope flickering among the color of oceanic irises, however, despite the unforgiving trudging forward of time. He has begun to see his legacy unfold before him (becoming a grandfather, learning that Tangerine is pregnant once again and has nestled herself into the warmth of their mountain) and it gives him renewed strength and life, bringing power to his cobalt wings as he soars his homeland. Always close to the stars, but never far enough to truly get lost in their allure. His closest friends knew where to find him, and found themselves always glancing upwards to see the osprey-king bathed in sun and sky, tinged with the salt of the ocean and stars in his eyes.

Scorch and her confidant reach the muddy border of the peninsula at low tide, the smell of salt and sand vibrant in the warmth of the sun. The breeze, however, loosens the heaviness of the humidity during the winter months and Tephra’s air is actually quite tepid as it filters through the inland grasses. Clear, wind-scrubbed skies do not hide his bold form against bright blue, immediately flicking the longer feathers of his wings to turn himself quickly towards the sound of her call, wing beats echoing across the golden expanse.

His hooves greet the damp mixture of sand and dune grasses, splattering onto his navy legs and muscular, auburn chest as he settles into a slow walk before them. Warrick halts squarely, brows rising curiously at the sight of Scorch and the other, wondering what has brought them here before him today, and quietly museful as he notices the solemnity of their gazes. His heart leaps into his throat but the feeling is imperceptible by the Leviathans as he swallows hard and offers them both a swift nod of greeting.

“Scorch,” he says, eyes fixating on the scarred woman with concern in the deep blue of his eyes. He can only think of Wishbone, for what other reason would the Nerinian find herself here?

Warrick

@[Scorch] @[Portia]