The unrest settles against him like a cloak, heavily falling across his shoulders as he flutters his wings one last time in an attempt to rid them of the water that clings to the feathers. His face is stoic and harsh, all sharp lines amidst his constant frown and distant, overthinking eyes. His premonition is still fresh in his mind despite his travels, the sound of shattering glass persisting in his ears. He’s come here for solace, to busy his mind with other things and not about what his vision could mean. He’s also come to avoid a certain rubied girl, for he is not sure how much longer he can outright lie to her. Warden stretches a single onyx foreleg forward, lowering his head to rub the metallic ocean blue of his horns against the inside absentmindedly, his spine shivering as the tickling sensation of dripping leftover water runs down his white and auburn barrel.
He is not alone for long, however, and with an audible grumbling sigh that he does nothing to hide, the overo stallion turns towards the sound of an approaching stranger, lifting his pale head to stare languidly into the damp darkness of the forest. He is met with white antlers (at least, that is what he notices first) and the bold splash of her chest, his oceanic gaze coming to settle on the vibrant purple-red of her eyes. Warden tosses his head to try and loosen the wet tendrils of his inky forelock from his ivory skin, but they stay in place despite the shake.
Her comment brings a chuckle from his chest, a staccato sound that while sincere, does not quite reach the deep navy of his eyes. “You almost sound concerned,” he murmurs with the smallest hint of a smile, his voice floating through the dripping sound of a drying forest. The stallion rolls his shoulders lightly as he feels the warmth of the sun begin to burn away the clouds and filter through the canopy, his ivory wings fidgeting beside him. “But yes,” he admits, “reckless would be a good word for it.”
The horned stallion exhales heavily, his brows rising as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other.
“I’m Warden.”
WARDEN
@[Aislyn]
