Blood is Thicker Than Water [Warrick, Any]

[Warrick]

we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight

It is nearly nightfall, the in-between time where the day is almost done but night has not revealed itself. The sun has not yet touched the horizon, but Warrick comes here long before that. The bay stallion stands near the base of the towering volcano, his brilliant blue eyes staring thoughtlessly into a rivulet of molten lava as it slowly boils, beginning its long journey though Tephra. He found comfort here, watching magma bubble idly instead of staring into a running river of water. The lava was in no hurry – it was calm yet purposeful.

The idea soothes him.

The lava at night was magical. It brightens and revitalizes the darkened world, pulsing with life. As the sun moved across the sky, the lava begins to make a glow onto Warrick’s auburn coat, making him illuminate in the coming darkness. The warmth on his skin is comforting, though to many it might be too intense. He could feel the coolness of night at his back and he instinctively steps closer to the lava. He wanted to be away from the darkness, to bathe in the fiery glow of the magma beneath him and never emerge to a dark world again.

The sound of metal rouses the Overseer from his thoughts, the ocean blue of his eyes leaving the brilliant burning lava to quickly find the source - the Ischian boy, though technically a Tephran now. The winged stallion snorts softly as he watches the young stallion stand before the streams of lava, much like himself, and stare into its slow-moving depths as if the answers somehow would come from the heated magma. Warrick had already decided that he would join Kromium (remembering intently that Klaudius had asked to help train him, mold him), but as the Overseer begins to move through the golden grasses of the inland plains, he quickly notices another coming to join the metallic stallion.

A small hint of a smile flickers on his lips as Phoebus comes into his eyesight. There is pain behind the smile, however, as he remembers the boy’s father. Diable Rouge had been a close confidant to the Overseer, and the loss of his friend still stings in remembrance. Seeing Phoebus is bittersweet, but he is glad the boy is here when he could be in many other places.

“Gentlemen,” he greets them as he halts squarely before them. The orange glow from the lava paints the trio in liquid gold, shining and shimmering against their muscled skin. Warrick’s eyes quickly dart from Phoebus and then to Kromium, lingering lastly on the spinning and gloriously shining metal that the once-Ischian prince seems to control with ease. He does not greet them as children - they are far from that, with the horrors they have seen and the trials they have endured, despite their age. “What brings you to the lava tonight?”

Warrick

@[Kromium] @[Phoebus]