07-20-2017, 08:36 PM
Warrick is curious (because he always is) and at the same time rather trusting of those he only had just met, almost to a fault. Though with the recent events that has sprouted through Hyaline and which now stood abreast in the stoic, silent kingdom of Tephra, the blue-pointed bay has begun to hold a slight ambiguity when it came to strangers, more apt to question their intentions instead of just allowing them into the volcanic land, even with him as a guide.
The bay stallion ruffles the downy feathers at his sides beneath the sultry glow of Longclaw’s creation, the eerie blue wavering like ripples of water across his auburn skin as he shifts his weight beneath it. The pearlescent blue stallion’s response causes Warrick to raise a brow in amusement, a sort of huff leaving his cobalt lips in a quiet chuckle, barely heard over the constant roll of frothing waves against the darkened shoreline. “Whether it be bravery or recklessness, it brought you here.”
The brilliant blue gaze of the bay does not follow Longclaw’s as he peers behind him, the pulsing glow of the volcano reflecting orange in the younger stallion’s eyes. The smell of sulfur and brimstone is heavier here on this side of the beach, where the volcano stands closer and ever-present, like a god casting a shadow over his creation. It seems to rumble and pound with its own heartbeat and breath, spilling out magma and acrid smoke with every exhale. It is a sight that inspires awe in newcomers, though Warrick has yet to forget that the volcano exists, so eloquently, at Tephra’s epicenter.
Longclaw is young and confident, characteristics equally shown by his way of getting to Tephra. Not necessarily bad characteristics; they were actually endearing and made Warrick decide (despite him trying to be more decisive and wary of strangers) that he rather likes the blue stallion that stands before him. Longclaw’s gaze slithers back to Warrick, the charismatic grin on his face infectious as the bay stallion cannot help but to do the same.
“I’ve never been one to take risks, such as yourself,” he responds with a slight rise in his brow, lifting his chin ever so slightly. “Nor am I the one to decide your staying here – but based on his conversation, I have no doubt that the King will take an interest in you.”
The bay stallion ruffles the downy feathers at his sides beneath the sultry glow of Longclaw’s creation, the eerie blue wavering like ripples of water across his auburn skin as he shifts his weight beneath it. The pearlescent blue stallion’s response causes Warrick to raise a brow in amusement, a sort of huff leaving his cobalt lips in a quiet chuckle, barely heard over the constant roll of frothing waves against the darkened shoreline. “Whether it be bravery or recklessness, it brought you here.”
The brilliant blue gaze of the bay does not follow Longclaw’s as he peers behind him, the pulsing glow of the volcano reflecting orange in the younger stallion’s eyes. The smell of sulfur and brimstone is heavier here on this side of the beach, where the volcano stands closer and ever-present, like a god casting a shadow over his creation. It seems to rumble and pound with its own heartbeat and breath, spilling out magma and acrid smoke with every exhale. It is a sight that inspires awe in newcomers, though Warrick has yet to forget that the volcano exists, so eloquently, at Tephra’s epicenter.
Longclaw is young and confident, characteristics equally shown by his way of getting to Tephra. Not necessarily bad characteristics; they were actually endearing and made Warrick decide (despite him trying to be more decisive and wary of strangers) that he rather likes the blue stallion that stands before him. Longclaw’s gaze slithers back to Warrick, the charismatic grin on his face infectious as the bay stallion cannot help but to do the same.
“I’ve never been one to take risks, such as yourself,” he responds with a slight rise in his brow, lifting his chin ever so slightly. “Nor am I the one to decide your staying here – but based on his conversation, I have no doubt that the King will take an interest in you.”
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick
@[Longclaw]