05-31-2017, 05:45 PM
He does not wait long for someone to find him, which surprisingly soothes his somewhat agitated stance. The stallion that approaches him is young, his bronze metallic skin shining brilliantly in the springtime sun. Warrick is sure to take a single step back when the stallion stands before him as well as lower his head slightly, a sign of good faith and that he was not here to cause any animosity between the two of them. Upon closer look at the bronze stallion, Warrick easily is able to see the individual scales that adorn the stranger’s body, glistening as each one caught the light of the sun. The scales are continuous and never ending, engulfing the stallion in a type of armor that glints fervently. It was almost beautiful, like jewels embellishing his skin.
The younger stallion seems eager to greet him, and Warrick is unable to hide the curve of a smile that comes to his navy lips. Warrick has always been drawn to the types of personalities that were warm and welcoming; it kept him from slipping too far below the surface where he could not pull himself back to safety. “Hello!” he replies with a toss of his head, the black of his forelock falling haphazardly across the auburn of his face. “Amet,” he says with a slight dip of his head. “My name is Warrick.”
“I’m from Tephra. A close friend of mine spoke wonders about this land and I thought it would be a good idea to stop by.” He pauses as his thoughts flicker to Tang, and his eyes leave Amet’s for a moment to scan their surroundings. He wonders if she’s nearby. “You probably know her.” His voice has been smooth and warm, though when his eyes dart to Amet there is a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Did he know her? Something in Warrick’s chest begins to stir unwantedly, though he could not place the exact emotion.
An easy smile finds his lips, the falter that had been in his gaze now gone. “Her name is Tang.”
The younger stallion seems eager to greet him, and Warrick is unable to hide the curve of a smile that comes to his navy lips. Warrick has always been drawn to the types of personalities that were warm and welcoming; it kept him from slipping too far below the surface where he could not pull himself back to safety. “Hello!” he replies with a toss of his head, the black of his forelock falling haphazardly across the auburn of his face. “Amet,” he says with a slight dip of his head. “My name is Warrick.”
“I’m from Tephra. A close friend of mine spoke wonders about this land and I thought it would be a good idea to stop by.” He pauses as his thoughts flicker to Tang, and his eyes leave Amet’s for a moment to scan their surroundings. He wonders if she’s nearby. “You probably know her.” His voice has been smooth and warm, though when his eyes dart to Amet there is a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Did he know her? Something in Warrick’s chest begins to stir unwantedly, though he could not place the exact emotion.
An easy smile finds his lips, the falter that had been in his gaze now gone. “Her name is Tang.”
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick