06-18-2017, 08:38 AM
The change in seasons were hardly noticeable in Tephra, save for the tiny change in temperature of the sea breeze. Still warm and fervid, a change so slight that any newcomer would not notice, but is now slightly less intense and less heavy. It stirs the bay stallion, sending the inky and thick tendrils of his mane and forelock across his face, crisp with dried salt, brushing gently against the slope of his muscular neck. His auburn skin shines radiantly in the sun on the eastern shoreline, remaining smooth and short despite the change in seasons in Beqanna, becoming nearly red in the intense light.
Despite appearing thoughtless as he steps through various tide pools, Warrick is all but absent-minded. His great cerulean eyes stare into the sparkling shallows beneath his hooves, the tiny slivers of fish trapped in the pool now picking and nibbling at the indigo hair on his fetlocks curiously. Tiny hermit crabs scuttle purposely through the warm water, picking up broken pieces of shells and other shiny objects. Warrick’s head hangs low, cobalt nostrils causing soft ripples against the still water as he exhales.
The bay stallion, painted with points the color of the night sky, lifts his head immediately as a call rings out. Ears prick forward curiously, a sharp snort leaving him as he stirs from his tide pool, his limber legs causing the fish to scatter as he moves from the small habitat beneath him. He goes into the jungle-type forest obediently, the moisture and humidity significantly heavier the moment he begins to move amongst the tropical foliage. Leaves brush against him, staining his shoulders and stomach with their wetness.
It does not take him long to find them, centering themselves around the blood bay that Warrick had already come to know as Nymphetamine. He did not know him well, but his intuition had told him that this was who had called him, and he cannot help but smile softly as he realizes he is correct. He positions himself before Nymphetamine, and next to a kind-eyed mare with a coat of onyx, a small dip of his head pointed to the stallion in recognition and respect.
There is something about the blood bay that Warrick decides he likes, though he does not know him well enough to know exactly what that is. Perhaps it was just nice to see Tephra finally shifting and changing for the better. There is peace between all of the current lands of Beqanna at the moment, with Pangea falling into the sea. That peace might not last as long as Warrick hopes, knowing that a twist in fate might cause war at any moment.
“My name is Warrick,” he begins, so that the black mare named Jord would have a name to put with his face, his voice deep and rumbling on the stagnant air of the thick forest. He hesitates for a moment, not sure if he is to proceed, but the blood bay had asked for his experience and knowledge, so he inhales to continue. “I have traveled to a few neighboring lands – not on business, merely curiosity – but those that I came across were welcoming of my presence. Taiga could possibly a wanted ally if we were to visit with diplomatic intent. Hyaline is small and young, a promising kingdom if allowed to grow. Their alliance could be beneficial as well.” He finishes with a twitch of his blue-tipped ears, wondering if perhaps his statements and suggestions were too bold for a first time diplomat. He takes a breath, an easy smile finding the blue of his lips.
“I rather enjoy recruiting; meeting and learning about others is beneficial, even if they decide not to join us. Information is vital.” he says, his thoughts flashing to both Tang and Sirana that both had traveled with him from the field. Warrick’s personality is charming and welcoming, something that drew in possible new residents, as well as creating relationships with those across other lands. He thinks of the young colt Ivar, and wonders too if Sylva would be accepting of Tephra as well.
“I will go wherever you need me, Nymphetamine.”
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick
He is so nervous about making a good first impression :3