06-29-2017, 02:48 PM
He paces back and forth, muscular blue legs fervently pushing into the damp ground that surrounds the volcano’s base, the humidity sweltering and steaming against his skin. His ears are flicked back unresponsively, his deep cerulean eyes staring hard at his hooves with every step, his brow creased with apprehension. He’s not sure what to do, what to offer them as solutions when they arrive; all he knows is he must inform them of the happenings in Hyaline and then rush quickly to the small kingdom to complete the order set out for him by Nymphetamine himself. It would be a two-tasked journey, meant probably for not only finding out diplomatic probability between the two kingdoms, but to also see the destruction with their own eyes. He would not only be journeying there for political reasons, and for a moment he wonders if he will no longer be going alone, given the current situation.
His thoughts churn aggressively like a summer tempest, clouding his mind and keeping him from hearing Ellyse’s hurried approach, her slender legs bringing herself close to him with a quiet breath.
Warrick has not waited long, but it feels like an eternity. The brush of her lips against his cheek, a gesture filled with disquiet and the intent of soothing his distraught way the lines of his face twist, a wisp of pale ivory against hot and burning auburn. At her touch, he exhales deeply in a tremulous sigh, realizing that he had been holding his breath as he awaited their presence. He calms momentarily, enough to realize the rapid pulse of his heart against his ribcage and the coat of sweat that now adorns his body because of it. “Ellyse,” he begins with a breathless voice, thankful for her presence and how her mere voice, despite being laced with worry, brings his ears towards her as the racing of his heart beat diminishes to a quiet thrum.
Deep, wide eyes turn to look at Nymphetamine who has now appeared from beneath the thick foliage that lies beyond the sea and the volcano. He had not yet left for Hyaline, and he knows that Nymphetamine is probably concerned that he still remains in Tephra. But the blood bay is logical and quick to analyze, his expression wrought with a certain disquiet; he knew that there was something wrong, something perturbing Warrick from traveling peacefully to the kingdom without reaching out to them first.
Then, just as quickly, there comes a rumbling that fills the silence around them, though it is not the sound of the volcano behind them that causes it. Warrick’s brilliant blue gaze shifts to the presence that has now joined them, looming like a mountain and just as stoic as one. Large and commanding the presence all around him, Warrick dips his head quickly in respect for his king. The solid, red gaze of Offspring bores into the bay, expectantly waiting for whatever news Warrick has to tell them.
“It’s Hyaline. Two nights ago, they were attacked as they slept. Their home was nearly half burnt by the end of it, some of it still is burning.” A pause. “It was a group. Tephra is far from Hyaline, but there is no knowing if they will try to strike again, or whom.”
A shift in his gaze towards Nymphetamine. “Amet, the leader, brought me the news himself. It has delayed my travel to their kingdom for the time being.” Now a soft glance to Ellyse, then back to Offspring, a snort leaving his navy nostrils. “I am happy to still venture there, see the damages and speak with the leaders, and report back. But I am sure this situation changes our original intent.”
His thoughts churn aggressively like a summer tempest, clouding his mind and keeping him from hearing Ellyse’s hurried approach, her slender legs bringing herself close to him with a quiet breath.
Warrick has not waited long, but it feels like an eternity. The brush of her lips against his cheek, a gesture filled with disquiet and the intent of soothing his distraught way the lines of his face twist, a wisp of pale ivory against hot and burning auburn. At her touch, he exhales deeply in a tremulous sigh, realizing that he had been holding his breath as he awaited their presence. He calms momentarily, enough to realize the rapid pulse of his heart against his ribcage and the coat of sweat that now adorns his body because of it. “Ellyse,” he begins with a breathless voice, thankful for her presence and how her mere voice, despite being laced with worry, brings his ears towards her as the racing of his heart beat diminishes to a quiet thrum.
Deep, wide eyes turn to look at Nymphetamine who has now appeared from beneath the thick foliage that lies beyond the sea and the volcano. He had not yet left for Hyaline, and he knows that Nymphetamine is probably concerned that he still remains in Tephra. But the blood bay is logical and quick to analyze, his expression wrought with a certain disquiet; he knew that there was something wrong, something perturbing Warrick from traveling peacefully to the kingdom without reaching out to them first.
Then, just as quickly, there comes a rumbling that fills the silence around them, though it is not the sound of the volcano behind them that causes it. Warrick’s brilliant blue gaze shifts to the presence that has now joined them, looming like a mountain and just as stoic as one. Large and commanding the presence all around him, Warrick dips his head quickly in respect for his king. The solid, red gaze of Offspring bores into the bay, expectantly waiting for whatever news Warrick has to tell them.
“It’s Hyaline. Two nights ago, they were attacked as they slept. Their home was nearly half burnt by the end of it, some of it still is burning.” A pause. “It was a group. Tephra is far from Hyaline, but there is no knowing if they will try to strike again, or whom.”
A shift in his gaze towards Nymphetamine. “Amet, the leader, brought me the news himself. It has delayed my travel to their kingdom for the time being.” Now a soft glance to Ellyse, then back to Offspring, a snort leaving his navy nostrils. “I am happy to still venture there, see the damages and speak with the leaders, and report back. But I am sure this situation changes our original intent.”
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick