04-23-2018, 03:16 PM
we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight
The osprey-King finds himself staring into the sea, where his thoughts are endless just as the stretching of the horizon. The chill from autumn elsewhere in Beqanna has not graced Tephra with its frigid fingers, the only sign of a seasonal change being the haziness that covers the sea, and the slightly comfortable breath of the seabreeze against damp, sweltering skin. His coat remains clean and supple, smooth and shiny beneath the afternoon sun of what feels like a late summer day on the blackened shoreline. Salt-dried tendrils of his mane and tail are crisp and tangled as they brush against him, the sound of the rough seas filling his mind. His thoughts weigh heavy, just as the humidity that clings to the coiled muscle beneath his flesh, and for a moment his dark eyelids flutter closed so that he may focus on his breathing as he inhales and exhales in time with the continuous waves.He is not sure how he knows, but he could feel her presence behind him. His eyes remain closed, continuing to breathe with the restlessness of his seas, blue-tipped ears flipping backwards to hear the sound of hooves pressing gently into wet, compacted sand. Her voice then rings out - and for a moment, there is a semblance of his body relaxing, a long and shuddering exhale of a sigh leaving the navy of his mouth. He had been worried - overly so, for his dear friend and her sudden disappearance - with the shifts in leadership and the darkness that brews in Sylva. Warrick had been keeping the thoughts far from his mind, but he could not help the idea slipping in that told him Amorette had been taken.
“Warrick...” Her voice holds a pause, continuing: “Hey...”
The Overseer turns his head over his shoulder, opening his eyes with the movement. He meets her gaze fearlessly, blinking slowly. “Amorette,” he replies simply, a shuffle of his wings at his side to accompany his voice. There is no malice or anger in his voice - only gentleness, and perhaps a bit of sadness. He waits for her to join him in the tide, ushering her towards him with a gentle thrust of his chin. He does not reach out for her - not yet - for he does not know her reason for her absence (Tangerine had gone, and she returned with the emotional scars of Carnage), and is quiet as he examines her with a shift of his cerulean eyes across her body. There seems to be no physical issues, so when his eyes find her again he stares into them deeply, as if trying to read the thoughts behind her irises. “Are you okay?” He asks her only because it is so unlike her, so uncharacteristically so for her to leave for no reason - there must be something that pulled her away, something incredibly important, (something terrible?) for there is no other way she would have left him alone.
Warrick
@[Amorette] <3