05-22-2018, 04:58 PM
we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight
The osprey keeps his borders tightly watched by his keen eye, his blue and brown body a constant shadow on the golden grasses below. The ocean wind continues to push far beyond the coastline, rippling the inland grasses with salty and forceful blows. A duo appears, and he is quick to confront him. 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 them, wing beats echoing across the golden expanse that is lit by the unforgiving rays of the Tephran sun.
His hooves greet the damp mixture of sand and dune grasses with a solid sound, splattering onto his navy legs and muscular, auburn chest as he settles into a slow walk before them. They are unfamiliar in every way, and the Overseer comes to halt before them with a gleam of interest in his ocean-colored eyes. The smell of salt and smoke and wind curl around the downy feathers of his large wings, which sweep once before folding neatly into his auburn sides, a soft snort leaving his navy nostrils. “You’ve reached Tephra.” She probably knows this, the way she stands isn’t one who did not know things. “I am Warrick, the Overseer. What brings you to us today?”
The Overseer remembers the words he had just mentioned to Phoebus a few days prior - never let down your guard.
Warrick
@[Harmonia]