the shadow proves the sunshine - longclaw

[Longclaw]

LONGCLAW

-I close my eyes, ignore the smoke-

The idea that perhaps they are both overlooked is something Longclaw can stiffly relate to. Horses with power in this land are all too eager to flash it about, remind the rest where they stand, but they forget themselves. They forget the soil of the earth that created them, the destruction their greed caused for every living soul. They forget that without their magic or their pretty gifts to hide behind they would be nothing - some already are, though they choose to think otherwise.

Perhaps this is why his affinity for the navy-tinged stallion grows steadily with each passing day. Warrick hasn’t forgotten himself in the thicket of this prideful world, he seeks only what he knows is best and strives for the ideal of a home. Longclaw can get behind that; he can certainly get behind a leader he’s seen more than once. Oh, the warg is all too familiar with being a passing inhabitant (though his title claims otherwise) but he’s grown content to let the higher-ups ignore him.

They only underestimate what he’s capable of.

This is why his approach towards the lounging King is met with surprise, especially when Warrick casts his personal needs aside to meet Claw halfway down the beach. His name is met with a toothy smile, answered by using one word, “Overseer,” that he finds extremely appropriate in the moment and then (with a brevity that only heightens his growing respect for the new King) they move onto other matters.

“You would think there’d be plenty of brave souls, given the weather.” He agrees, “But Tephra seems to maintain a reputation that’s better than any invisible boundary.”

So, no. (Though he wonders if his shifting lioness counts - but she was no stranger, just unsure about a new power. Diorae had never left, not really; just changed.) Femur was well and accounted for, along with their growing nest of children, and Zephyr …. Well, he wonders why his mind drifts to her last of all but she’s there, nonetheless. “It never hurts to have an extra set of eyes, though.” He muses aloud, “Shall we?” slipping free as he motions for a walk along the nearly black shoreline.

He never seems to do well standing in one place. It’s the fire inside of him - always hungry, shifting, seeking out new fodder to burn - and he can no more fight it than he can breathe. “You have something on your mind?” He guesses; it seems only right given that Warrick had approached him.

@[Warrick] <3<3