The air is thick and heavy, the stagnant heat still simmering pungently despite the hazy dusk that has begun to settle over the shoreline. The volcano rumbles in the distance, its black plume pouring more ash, sulfur, and heat into the atmosphere, groaning as fresh rivulets of lava teem down its sides, the orange glow pulsing and writhing in its movement. As the day wanes and the sun begins to set on the western sea, its golden rays of light illuminating the waves as they froth and churn, pounding into the shoreline incessantly in a rhythmical dance. Tephra’s waves are rougher and more violent than the calm shores of Ischia, crudely throwing themselves against sharp corals and protruding craggy ledges. The waves slice themselves on the large rocks that linger out past the calmer waters of the shallows, spraying salt and brine high into the air with every roll against them.
The soft navy color of his muscular legs holds him upright at the sea’s thrashing shallows, the water dark and foreboding as night begins to creep in. His mane and tail are crisp with the briny texture of the air, twisting around his auburn face and scraping gently against the skin of his neck and haunches. His bright blue eyes watch as the sun disappears, the indigo of the night sky beginning to spread across the broad expanse of Tephra’s atmosphere. The wind ruffles the great cobalt wings that are protectively tucked at his sides, their shade brilliant against the rust color of his shoulders and flank. Stars begin to alight in the winter’s sky, the constellations forming ever so slowly before him. Though winter is rampant through all of Beqanna, covering the world with snow and ice, his home remains unchanging and warm. The blue-bay stallion watches quietly as the stars show themselves, their placement and position in the sky letting him know that it is technically winter in Tephra.
Something very much the color of a comet steals his gaze away from his star-gazing. With a sharp snort of surprise, he turns his head slowly to watch curiously as it speeds across the surface of the ocean, the bones in his wings flexing involuntarily to stretch outwards as the surprise shows through his entire body. He has seen many comets in his lifetime, though rare as they may be, but it is curious that one is so close and had been drawn in by gravity. Warrick tilts his head, knowing that there must be some type of magic to cause the comet to land here, on the darkening shoreline.
He begins to take a few steps towards it as soon as it lands, but stops and throws his head up with a startled neigh as the blue orb flashes and twists, pulling itself upwards and glowing brighter and bigger, growing feathers and shaping itself into something completely different. With a decisive flick of his tail, he continues down the beach, his head low with curiosity and also wariness. His eyes rove the darkness around the flaming phoenix, which he realizes now is definitely not a comet, wondering who was conjuring the glowing beast and where they could be.
Not far, he supposes.
The soft navy color of his muscular legs holds him upright at the sea’s thrashing shallows, the water dark and foreboding as night begins to creep in. His mane and tail are crisp with the briny texture of the air, twisting around his auburn face and scraping gently against the skin of his neck and haunches. His bright blue eyes watch as the sun disappears, the indigo of the night sky beginning to spread across the broad expanse of Tephra’s atmosphere. The wind ruffles the great cobalt wings that are protectively tucked at his sides, their shade brilliant against the rust color of his shoulders and flank. Stars begin to alight in the winter’s sky, the constellations forming ever so slowly before him. Though winter is rampant through all of Beqanna, covering the world with snow and ice, his home remains unchanging and warm. The blue-bay stallion watches quietly as the stars show themselves, their placement and position in the sky letting him know that it is technically winter in Tephra.
Something very much the color of a comet steals his gaze away from his star-gazing. With a sharp snort of surprise, he turns his head slowly to watch curiously as it speeds across the surface of the ocean, the bones in his wings flexing involuntarily to stretch outwards as the surprise shows through his entire body. He has seen many comets in his lifetime, though rare as they may be, but it is curious that one is so close and had been drawn in by gravity. Warrick tilts his head, knowing that there must be some type of magic to cause the comet to land here, on the darkening shoreline.
He begins to take a few steps towards it as soon as it lands, but stops and throws his head up with a startled neigh as the blue orb flashes and twists, pulling itself upwards and glowing brighter and bigger, growing feathers and shaping itself into something completely different. With a decisive flick of his tail, he continues down the beach, his head low with curiosity and also wariness. His eyes rove the darkness around the flaming phoenix, which he realizes now is definitely not a comet, wondering who was conjuring the glowing beast and where they could be.
Not far, he supposes.
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick
@[Longclaw]