07-26-2018, 05:15 PM
there was a heaven in youbut god there's a devil in me
He is there to intercept her.
Not because he has any sort of precognition (no, nothing like his darling and enigmatic Tangerine) that clued him in to the arrival (trespassing) viridian green stranger; in fact, the King found himself scouring each possible entrance to his kingdom, remaining vigilant in keeping the border secure with his watchful eye and the steady beat of his great navy wingspan. He’s become harsher - a product of his environment, shaped and molded by the experiences that have unfurled beneath the rumbling growl of the always pulsing volcano. He’s adapted, growing strong and resilient under the steady beating of the volcano’s hearth, all the fierceness and wisdom of a true ruler.
There has yet to be a visitor that came to the sulfuric peninsula in search of anything more than a glimpse of the majesty of the glowing mountain. They have all come seeking something else - something darker, something sinister. They’ve destroyed the fresh grasses of the inland plains, attempted to steal a throne, or sought a dark desire all their own. Perhaps if the woman had appeared a year ago, she would not have been greeted with the ferocity of giant wings sweeping across the humid air nor by a man with distrust glimmering in the depths of his oceanic eyes.
Landing solidly before her with a final beat of his wings, the navy-tipped stallion remains with the cobalt appendages unfurled, his mouth drawn into a thin and unamused line. “Have you ever thought to consider the consequences of so boldly entering a land that is not your own?” His voice is deep and husky, thick with years of exposure to ash and sulfur, rattling as it leaves his throat. His tail twitches idly against his heels, his ears pressing back slightly to show that there is no trace of sarcasm or mirth in his question.
Not because he has any sort of precognition (no, nothing like his darling and enigmatic Tangerine) that clued him in to the arrival (trespassing) viridian green stranger; in fact, the King found himself scouring each possible entrance to his kingdom, remaining vigilant in keeping the border secure with his watchful eye and the steady beat of his great navy wingspan. He’s become harsher - a product of his environment, shaped and molded by the experiences that have unfurled beneath the rumbling growl of the always pulsing volcano. He’s adapted, growing strong and resilient under the steady beating of the volcano’s hearth, all the fierceness and wisdom of a true ruler.
There has yet to be a visitor that came to the sulfuric peninsula in search of anything more than a glimpse of the majesty of the glowing mountain. They have all come seeking something else - something darker, something sinister. They’ve destroyed the fresh grasses of the inland plains, attempted to steal a throne, or sought a dark desire all their own. Perhaps if the woman had appeared a year ago, she would not have been greeted with the ferocity of giant wings sweeping across the humid air nor by a man with distrust glimmering in the depths of his oceanic eyes.
Landing solidly before her with a final beat of his wings, the navy-tipped stallion remains with the cobalt appendages unfurled, his mouth drawn into a thin and unamused line. “Have you ever thought to consider the consequences of so boldly entering a land that is not your own?” His voice is deep and husky, thick with years of exposure to ash and sulfur, rattling as it leaves his throat. His tail twitches idly against his heels, his ears pressing back slightly to show that there is no trace of sarcasm or mirth in his question.
WARRICK
@[Maiko]