11-29-2018, 05:42 PM
He'd followed Warlight here. Through the strangely deserted vistas of Hyaline into this new territory. It was a backtrack, far too close to skirting Pangea's realm. A part of him regretted the direction, he knew he was going in the wrong direction. Still, he wanted to make sure that Warlight was safe. He'd seen the same look in her eyes that he'd felt within himself, a terror and resultant need to be anchored. Then he'd lost track of her.
The sky was clouded over, maybe threatening rain, washing the color out of the scene. Not far away, there's the sea, steely silver and cold. It's pretty, in an untouchable kind of way. Without Warlight guiding his way, a sense of trepidation filled him. This wasn't his home. He knew no one here, and had no reason to believe anyone here would look kindly on a wandering stallion with no way of stating his purpose. It was a recipe for unpleasantness.
Over a series of dunes came an echoing bugle, someone screaming names he didn't know. It was a bad idea, terrible really. But he didn't have many options right now. His family could have been scattered to the four winds, and he needed to find them. Walking in the direction he heard the calls, a figure came into view.
It was a stallion, only just taller than Raul himself. It was easy to tell that he would be an imposing being in his prime, though something had effected that lately. Guilt gnawed unapologetically in his gut at the thought. The buckskin youth bit his lip uncertainly as he stepped forward, wondering how to make himself understood. There had to be something... dawning wonder distracted the train of thought as he took in the stallion's appearance. Mostly, the way his eyes flashed in the half-light. Silver and orange, like the puzzle that made up he and his brother had an obvious solution. Mutely he sought eye contact, wishing more than ever that he could speak.
@[Castile]
The sky was clouded over, maybe threatening rain, washing the color out of the scene. Not far away, there's the sea, steely silver and cold. It's pretty, in an untouchable kind of way. Without Warlight guiding his way, a sense of trepidation filled him. This wasn't his home. He knew no one here, and had no reason to believe anyone here would look kindly on a wandering stallion with no way of stating his purpose. It was a recipe for unpleasantness.
Over a series of dunes came an echoing bugle, someone screaming names he didn't know. It was a bad idea, terrible really. But he didn't have many options right now. His family could have been scattered to the four winds, and he needed to find them. Walking in the direction he heard the calls, a figure came into view.
It was a stallion, only just taller than Raul himself. It was easy to tell that he would be an imposing being in his prime, though something had effected that lately. Guilt gnawed unapologetically in his gut at the thought. The buckskin youth bit his lip uncertainly as he stepped forward, wondering how to make himself understood. There had to be something... dawning wonder distracted the train of thought as he took in the stallion's appearance. Mostly, the way his eyes flashed in the half-light. Silver and orange, like the puzzle that made up he and his brother had an obvious solution. Mutely he sought eye contact, wishing more than ever that he could speak.
@[Castile]