06-19-2018, 09:14 AM
we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight The familiar sounds of downy feathers on the night wind causes Warrick’s ears to flicker backwards, his chin rising slightly into the sky to stare into the wide expanse of starlight and a heavy, full moon. The pulse of the volcano is at his back, enveloping him in a warmth that has always been comforting and that perhaps only a true Tephran could find withstandable. The sound of hooves clicking harshly against the black, molten rock causes the osprey-King to turn idly towards the sound. There is no unease on the Overseer’s face as the lavender of Klaudius is immediately recognized, despite the hardened lines of his mahogany features creating a stoic and serious expression, or the darkness of the normally bright blue of his irises. He is troubled, concerned, and looking for a solution - though as the cerulean of his oceanic gaze falls onto the winged stallion, he quickly realizes with a quirk of his brow that Klaudius is not here for the same reasons. Warrick snorts sharply, ears dismissively flipping back pensively as the other stallion begins to speak. “I know what you have to offer, Klaudius, ” the winged Overseer replies mildly, the darkness of his eyes searching Klaudius thoughtfully, hoping that perhaps the boldness that Warrick sees within their depths are simply nothing more than a misplaced overconfidence. He has seen and heard what Klaudius has been capable of and he is surprised that the stallion himself did not think Warrick knew it. As he continues, another snort expels from the cobalt of the Overseer’s lips, realizing quickly that the two men saw what Klaudius had to offer being very different things. The slight amusement of his brow fades into a furrow, his placid look quickly changing into displeasure, ears falling against the curvature of his muscular neck. The burning blue of Warrick’s eyes reflect the molten magma that swells in Klaudius’ fingertips as his gaze flickers to the slow moving lava that grows defensively. There is a look of incredulousness - almost disappointment - that falls across the Overseer’s face as he slowly shakes his head, turning his emboldened gaze upon Klaudius. Warrick takes a step closer to the other stallion, unafraid of the lava that bends to Klaudius’ will as it intensely glows with heat and mirth. He has felt the power of the volcano before and doubts that the lavender stallion will use it to harm him. “A throne would suit you ill, old friend. Therefore, I’d like you to consider my offer.” There is a pause - wickedly so as Warrick’s voice finds a heat that is uncharacteristically so, yet vivid and pulsing with a fierce solemnity. It did not have to be this way; yet Klaudius’ intentions are all too clear, even when laced over with pleasantries and attempts at flattery. There is an idle threat that is thinly veiled beneath the lavender stallion’s words, where anger and pride fuel his intentions. The coiling of lava at their feet is a sure sign of Klaudius’ true feelings, whether it be malice or simply fear. He could not allow Tephra to fall into the rash and thoughtless, emotional decisions that seem to fuel Klaudius’ actions. “You must find your throne elsewhere. Quickly, while I allow you and your family to do so peacefully and with my blessing.” Warrick’s gaze never wavers from Klaudius’. Tangerine had predicted this very moment and he knows that all the wise words in the world would not stop it from taking place. warrick |
credit to vel of adoxography.
@[Klaudius]