06-19-2018, 11:12 AM
we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight Wound does not accompany him today. Both himself and Amorette are shaken by her absence, and though neither have said it out loud, he cannot help but think the worst. Warrick is uncertain, however, if it is Sylva he must throw his anger towards, or if it is the own stallion that resides in his kingdom. Striking so close to Warrick’s heart could easily have been done by either culprit, and without knowing the true mastermind behind her disappearance, he is unable to move forward. Wound’s disappearance would easily weaken not only himself but Tephra, and Warrick could see motives for both Klaudius and the clown-King. But perhaps unable to find her means nothing; Tephra is large, and perhaps she is out recruiting like she tends to do. When they arrive to Ischia, they are more shaken than they had been upon their initial leave from Tephra. The Overseer quickly allowed their walk (Amorette could not take to the skies, so Warrick did not mind walking beside her) to catch his Right Hand up to speed. The smell of blood staining the only land-marked border, Klaudius’ attempt to be given Tephra’s throne...all of this is quickly settled on both of their backs, and though with Amorette’s steadfast guidance and company, Warrick still feels the bitter taste of war in his mouth. There is no way it will come to anything else. When the sight of a mangled, unrecognizable corpse and dismembered body parts crudely hidden by damp earth, rotted and bloated with maggots, were found by the two Tephrans, Warrick is sure that war is the only option. He steered Amorette away from the scene quickly, but the vile smell of curdled flesh and the sight of strewn limbs are still fresh in their minds when they halt next to the others, faces expressionless and solemn. There are familiar friends that have arrived (Kagerus, Solace, Wishbone...all family), but he cannot turn to face them. Not with the terrible news he must share with them. Friends, I do not have good news. Warrick’s stomach churns bitterly, his chest tightening with the impending news. There is a look of surprise as the Overseer learns the whereabouts of Krone, as well as one of the brotherhood’s own. He assumes that the darker male beside Brennen is Jesper - the one who infiltrated Sylva, subjecting himself to torture and emotional ridicule, and Warrick immediately respects the stallion. His jaw clenches, the muscle in his cheek jumping as his teeth grind forcefully. He would not allow another to fall to the same fate. There is anger that burns in his muscles, but is restrained by the forceful way he refuses to shift his gaze, his lips pressing together in a thin line. Though his ears flick backwards at Brennen’s information, he remains silent and steadfast, hoping that there is nothing else to add to such a terrible event. Kagerus’ familiar voice allows his gaze to turn from Brennen to her. She is bold and not without reason; the words she speaks have already echoed in Warrick’s mind. His cerulean gaze lingers evidently on Solace (sorrowful, gentle, glad that she is safe in Hyaline and with Kagerus). Both her and Solace offer Hyaline as refuge, and for a moment his breath catches in his throat. Wishbone, though young in her ascension, quickly assures Brennen that Nerine will not stand for the darkness that has become rampant. “Tephra will rise to Ischia’s aide without hesitation, for no one is safe from Sylva’s chaos. If it is war they crave, we should be swift to give them their wishes.” Warrick has turned his attention back to Brennen, a solemn nod given to the winged-King “Brennen,” Warrick’s voice is unwavering, yet there is no boiling over of anger to be seen. The news he has is heavily-laced, and though he hopes it not to be the daughters of Brennen that he and Amorette had stumbled upon, he knows the sight of mutilated corpses cannot go without the Allies knowing. “There are two corpses in the forest; unidentifiable.” He pauses, swallowing hard. He does not have to say what the bodies might represent, and gives a wide berth for thought in respectfulness. “I cannot stay long. Not only does Sylva beg for unrest. Klaudius wishes to ascend into Tephra’s throne and I must prepare for what I believe will only be solved on the battlefield. The timing is dastardly; perhaps it is more than coincidence.” He champs uneasily, his wings fluttering at his sides. Warrick’s gaze flickers to his daughters and to the others joined in the meeting, inhaling deeply. A challenge for Tephra has come at the most inopportune time, and by one that has already made it clear of how he felt towards Ischia and now towards Warrick himself. It adds to the chaos. Perhaps that is all part of Sylva’s plan. warrick |
credit to vel of adoxography.
@[Amorette] Tagging Amore cause she came with Warrick
