03-12-2018, 11:37 AM
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
He had tucked himself away for the night, but quite near to the beach, because he loved to see the bioluminescent plankton. When he awoke from dreams, it was soothing to watch their patterns change with every incoming wave, lulling the immortal warrior back to sleep. But tonight it is not dreams that wake him, but very real voices at the edge of his consciousness. He is already focusing his ears on the sounds before his eyes even open, and picking out careful steps from the cover of trees to where the other two stallions were standing before his eyes have even adjusted completely.
The purple stallion he knows, by sight and smell if not personally well. Klaudius is a wild card in Brennen’s mind, and a small part of his mind is constantly puzzling over him. But now he steps easily into a space next to his compatriot, because this is their island, and the purple pegasus is radiating tension beside him. “Way to disturb a guy’s sleep.” He murmurs, but with no real bite to the words. Brennen flicks a curious gaze over the stranger just as he refuses to give a name, but finds nothing threatening or untoward about him even though the black man towers over Brennen; Klaudius is a full hand taller than Brennen, and the stranger taller again than him.
But both Ischians have wings, not to mention magics the stranger can’t see, so he can’t imagine anyone except a powerful magician or a madman would choose to take them on in a fight. Not that the bay is spoiling for a fight – in fact, he is standing loose-limbed and to all appearances completely relaxed. “That’s not really how it works,” his voice is polite, but despite his relaxed appearance quite stern. “This is the Kingdom of Ischia, and while we welcome visitors, we don’t accept those who won’t even share a name with those already living here. Secrets might bring danger to our shores.” Brennen tilts his head, amber eyes sharp. “I’m Brennen, a Watcher of Ischia.” The title feels foreign on his tongue, but if ever there was a time to use it, now seems appropriate.
The purple stallion he knows, by sight and smell if not personally well. Klaudius is a wild card in Brennen’s mind, and a small part of his mind is constantly puzzling over him. But now he steps easily into a space next to his compatriot, because this is their island, and the purple pegasus is radiating tension beside him. “Way to disturb a guy’s sleep.” He murmurs, but with no real bite to the words. Brennen flicks a curious gaze over the stranger just as he refuses to give a name, but finds nothing threatening or untoward about him even though the black man towers over Brennen; Klaudius is a full hand taller than Brennen, and the stranger taller again than him.
But both Ischians have wings, not to mention magics the stranger can’t see, so he can’t imagine anyone except a powerful magician or a madman would choose to take them on in a fight. Not that the bay is spoiling for a fight – in fact, he is standing loose-limbed and to all appearances completely relaxed. “That’s not really how it works,” his voice is polite, but despite his relaxed appearance quite stern. “This is the Kingdom of Ischia, and while we welcome visitors, we don’t accept those who won’t even share a name with those already living here. Secrets might bring danger to our shores.” Brennen tilts his head, amber eyes sharp. “I’m Brennen, a Watcher of Ischia.” The title feels foreign on his tongue, but if ever there was a time to use it, now seems appropriate.
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN