05-22-2017, 06:27 AM
It’s been quiet. Normally, this was something that Tephra was known for – a quiet, calm land that stirs only when the volcano is in unrest or an ocean’s tempest shakes the trees. But this kind of quiet was new – it was unsettling to Warrick, and kept him on edge. His skin pricks at the faintest sounds in the night so that sleep rarely found him, and daylight was spent roaming the outskirts of the border. With Pangea’s recent tragedy, the bay stallion, adorned with legs and mouth of the night sky, was worried that some of those residents would be all too eager to enter his tropical home. Ellyse was nowhere to be found, to his dismay. His conversations with residents were few and far between, leaving him crushed with worry and a sense of anxiousness that did not look well on him. He knew Lucrezia was still here, taking to the skies to look over their home. He had told her that he would do his duty, whatever was needed in Tephra’s time of need. So he took to the borders, walking purposely with his head lowered, in search of something out of place. Part of him hoped that ‘something out of place’ would be Tang, but he knew that it was silly to wish her return when she had only just left him. He sighs.
He was not disappointed.
With a sharp inhale, a different scent was carried to him on the wind. The stallion’s head jerks up quickly, nostrils flaring as a snort leaves them in an exhale. His cerulean eyes, glittering and bright in the brilliant light of the sun’s rays, scour the horizon before him for the source of the smell. Young and masculine, Warrick was immediately set on edge. He finds the young colt easily, which puts him at ease momentarily. At least he was not hiding or sneaking around – out in the open meant, at least, he was expecting to be found.
Cobalt legs bring Warrick to him at a choppy trot, his head held high and nostrils flared. He stops suddenly before the colt, noting the smoky color of his coat that nearly matches the billows of ash that comes from the volcano. “Afternoon,” he says, his voice solid and heavy in the humid air. A warm breeze filters through, disheveling the long and tangled black tendrils of his forelock and mane. He’s still curiously eyeing the colt, trying to place him by scent and sight alone. There was a familiar scent on him, distant and vague, that he could not place. He would soon find out that this was the son of the woman he met in the forest nearly two years ago (to this day he cannot forget the mysterious mare with the anklets around her hooves and gold in her ears).
“I’m Warrick,” he offers, with a small dip of his head. “This is Tephra. What brings you to us today?”
He was not disappointed.
With a sharp inhale, a different scent was carried to him on the wind. The stallion’s head jerks up quickly, nostrils flaring as a snort leaves them in an exhale. His cerulean eyes, glittering and bright in the brilliant light of the sun’s rays, scour the horizon before him for the source of the smell. Young and masculine, Warrick was immediately set on edge. He finds the young colt easily, which puts him at ease momentarily. At least he was not hiding or sneaking around – out in the open meant, at least, he was expecting to be found.
Cobalt legs bring Warrick to him at a choppy trot, his head held high and nostrils flared. He stops suddenly before the colt, noting the smoky color of his coat that nearly matches the billows of ash that comes from the volcano. “Afternoon,” he says, his voice solid and heavy in the humid air. A warm breeze filters through, disheveling the long and tangled black tendrils of his forelock and mane. He’s still curiously eyeing the colt, trying to place him by scent and sight alone. There was a familiar scent on him, distant and vague, that he could not place. He would soon find out that this was the son of the woman he met in the forest nearly two years ago (to this day he cannot forget the mysterious mare with the anklets around her hooves and gold in her ears).
“I’m Warrick,” he offers, with a small dip of his head. “This is Tephra. What brings you to us today?”
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick