i'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell
There is an emptiness in his belly that has nothing to do with food. It festers and grows as time marches on, causing a bone deep ache that can't be soothed. It isn't physical hunger that pains him; Its a longing for a place he can never return to.
That place he aches for is only memories now. That place is the home of ghosts, and he is a creature made of flesh and blood. There's no room in the spirit realm for old warriors such as himself.
He watches in amazement as the coat of the buckskin shifts, the golden hair shifting to the dark green of pine and the orange of flames. His eyes glaze as the picture changes again, this time showing that fierce little pinto mare he came to admire so much. Memories from days gone by come roaring back to the forefront, and for a moment he thinks he hears a raven screech. But the ghosts are chased away by the present, and when the stallion offers his name, Warship returns it with a small smile and an incline of his head. Though their paths didn't cross frequently, his is a name Warship has heard. "Kavi. If there's one thing I've learned about the Chamber, its that she refuses to let old dogs lie." he says with a huff.
The next words, however, turn his huff into something of a choke, and if Warship were capable of blushing, his cheeks would be flaming. Everyone knew that Warship and Straia had provided the kingdom with three heirs, but no one spoke of it, least of all Warship himself. So when Kavi does, it takes Warship aback. "Ahem..." he says, clearing his throat before continuing, "I provided Straia heirs, yes. Erebor, Korbin, and Bismark. Three boys." he finishes, his eyes searching the treetops and anywhere else that Kavis eyes are not. He is thankful when the conversation changes, and nearly breathes aloud his sigh of relief. He's never been one to kiss and tell, and certainly not to the girls uncle.
As the conversation shifts he relaxes too, cocking a hind leg and allowing to sun to warm his ancient bones. Kavis coat swirls as another picture is painted, one filled with faces Warship does and doesn't know. "I've left the Chamber many times, sometimes by choice and sometimes guided by the grim reaper himself. But for whatever reason, I always come back." he muses, as if lost to the same thoughts Kavi was lost in. "Maybe its part of the magic here. Hell, I don't know. Maybe it drags us old farts out to remind the youngsters of what we were. Thats what Straia used to call me, was an old fart." he chuckles, a genuine noise that rumbles from his chest. The ache is still in his belly, but being in the company of another like him helps soothe it some.
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Ooc- sorry for the word explosion lol