07-01-2018, 10:58 AM
there was a heaven in youbut god there's a devil in me
There is a weight that seems to nestle itself across the backs of each of the Allied - settling there uncomfortably and stiffly, pressing the sharpness of its reality into the thin skin of their spines. It is biting, gnawing into their flesh and creating a terseness across the deep planes of Warrick’s face, turning the Overseer’s expression into something that would be unfamiliar to those close to him: a hardness that is new, brought forth by the many trials he has faced and brutish head of wickedness that has been thrust into his face, curling at his feet like a viper, poised to strike at the sensitive flesh of his heels.
For the first time since his arrival, the winged bay’s eyes flicker cautiously to the family around him, the cerulean of their depths blazing and hard as he fastens his gaze into each daughter, lingering there purposefully. There is a hint of sorrow that stirs beneath the brazen blue, as if there is a regret for the current way of the world and that he can no more protect them from it than he can protect his own people. To know that Krone had been slipped away from his watchful eye and led to a terrible death, the realization that his openness to newcomers has quickly created a new enemy for Tephra herself, and that Wound’s sudden absence being so uncharacteristic, as well as the threat Harmonia left on the inland plains where the body of a dear friend succumbs to rot and maggots --
The familiar and steady touch of Amorette pulls the stallion from his reverie, inhaling deeply as she once again settles the burning fire that is slowly growing in his chest. She is forever pure, he muses to himself briefly, and he hopes that despite each terrible and horrible event that passes across her eyesight, she will remain ever so. A light in the darkness, a flame within the daunting and frightening shadow that so desperately wishes to cloak the world in hopelessness. Warrick settles himself, drawing himself upright to become the sturdy and unwavering being he is known to be. He lifts his chin, a sharp snort exhaling from his cobalt nostrils as his ears flicker throughout the group. Solace’s voice brings his gaze back to his daughter, unafraid to let her see the tempestuous stirrings in his once solemn gaze. Hyaline will remain a shelter to all (idly he wonders if her mother would be against sending the newborns there), and as the neutral country, will wait to hear the order that the other kingdoms will take.
Scorch’s words resonate within him, turning his head carefully towards the Nerinian woman. His lips harden into a thin line. The time for grieving has passed; now is the time for action. War cries can be heard in the distant comings, a battle easily foreseeable in the near future. “As my daughters have suggested,” Warrick responds to Brennen, tilting his head towards the Ischian King, “the Sylvan children and captives could easily be kept in Hyaline as refugees for recovery and safety before any battle takes place.” He pauses. “Once free of any innocent casualties, our efforts to eradicate will be less than uncertain.” Let the forest burn.
Warrick mentions nothing of Wound’s disappearance - he had seen the confused look on the Leviathan Queen, his daughter, and would not subject her to what he only knows to be a rumor. He had made it his mission to find her, but with the news of Brennen’s grandchildren’s obvious murder, and Longclaw’s own martyrdom on Tephran soil, he finds it not the place to voice a worry that could easily turn out to be nothing. Brennen has no time to mourn, and so Warrick’s soft gaze of empathy quickly hardens to focus on Jesper, listening intently to the stallion’s experiences deep within the forest. The cobalt-tipped ears of the Overseer fall into his mane, his lips peeling back with aggravation.
“The water wielder,” he mentions sourly, “poses a threat to those kingdoms with large bodies of water. It would explain Krone’s sudden disappearance and capture.” Warrick swallows hard, wondering if the same fate had befallen Wound. How are they to be cautious of a creature that lingers in each heavily-needed source of water? “We must cut the head off the snake,” he muses, his eyes falling to Brennen as his mind directly flashes to the idea of both the King and Queen.
“Without leadership, they will crawl back to the shadows from whence they came. Their chaos would have no aim, save for themselves.”
For the first time since his arrival, the winged bay’s eyes flicker cautiously to the family around him, the cerulean of their depths blazing and hard as he fastens his gaze into each daughter, lingering there purposefully. There is a hint of sorrow that stirs beneath the brazen blue, as if there is a regret for the current way of the world and that he can no more protect them from it than he can protect his own people. To know that Krone had been slipped away from his watchful eye and led to a terrible death, the realization that his openness to newcomers has quickly created a new enemy for Tephra herself, and that Wound’s sudden absence being so uncharacteristic, as well as the threat Harmonia left on the inland plains where the body of a dear friend succumbs to rot and maggots --
The familiar and steady touch of Amorette pulls the stallion from his reverie, inhaling deeply as she once again settles the burning fire that is slowly growing in his chest. She is forever pure, he muses to himself briefly, and he hopes that despite each terrible and horrible event that passes across her eyesight, she will remain ever so. A light in the darkness, a flame within the daunting and frightening shadow that so desperately wishes to cloak the world in hopelessness. Warrick settles himself, drawing himself upright to become the sturdy and unwavering being he is known to be. He lifts his chin, a sharp snort exhaling from his cobalt nostrils as his ears flicker throughout the group. Solace’s voice brings his gaze back to his daughter, unafraid to let her see the tempestuous stirrings in his once solemn gaze. Hyaline will remain a shelter to all (idly he wonders if her mother would be against sending the newborns there), and as the neutral country, will wait to hear the order that the other kingdoms will take.
Scorch’s words resonate within him, turning his head carefully towards the Nerinian woman. His lips harden into a thin line. The time for grieving has passed; now is the time for action. War cries can be heard in the distant comings, a battle easily foreseeable in the near future. “As my daughters have suggested,” Warrick responds to Brennen, tilting his head towards the Ischian King, “the Sylvan children and captives could easily be kept in Hyaline as refugees for recovery and safety before any battle takes place.” He pauses. “Once free of any innocent casualties, our efforts to eradicate will be less than uncertain.” Let the forest burn.
Warrick mentions nothing of Wound’s disappearance - he had seen the confused look on the Leviathan Queen, his daughter, and would not subject her to what he only knows to be a rumor. He had made it his mission to find her, but with the news of Brennen’s grandchildren’s obvious murder, and Longclaw’s own martyrdom on Tephran soil, he finds it not the place to voice a worry that could easily turn out to be nothing. Brennen has no time to mourn, and so Warrick’s soft gaze of empathy quickly hardens to focus on Jesper, listening intently to the stallion’s experiences deep within the forest. The cobalt-tipped ears of the Overseer fall into his mane, his lips peeling back with aggravation.
“The water wielder,” he mentions sourly, “poses a threat to those kingdoms with large bodies of water. It would explain Krone’s sudden disappearance and capture.” Warrick swallows hard, wondering if the same fate had befallen Wound. How are they to be cautious of a creature that lingers in each heavily-needed source of water? “We must cut the head off the snake,” he muses, his eyes falling to Brennen as his mind directly flashes to the idea of both the King and Queen.
“Without leadership, they will crawl back to the shadows from whence they came. Their chaos would have no aim, save for themselves.”
WARRICK
This is really all over the place so I apologize <3