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sochi/laura pony; - Castile - 09-08-2018
The remorse and looming darkness have receded since losing himself to the beast within. The shift had been seamless and fueled by raw emotion that has engulfed him for weeks. Everything that he tried to keep pent up was unleashed in that flurrying moment of fire and dragon scale. Heartbreak battled with anger and frustration in one frightening display of immense power and strength when he rose high into the sky. Beqanna fell farther away underneath until he lost himself in the clouds where water clung desperately to his sides. This was his release, but he didn’t realize how desperately he needed it. When he returns, his mind is lighter. The pain is slipping farther back, ebbing finally after having been eating him alive. For a fleeting moment, he is free. The first breath he takes in the meadow, once again as a horse, is crisp. Winter coats the trees in a thin layer of frost that glistens in the dappled sunlight. His own coat is damp – residue from his earlier flight – but an inner, unnatural heat keeps the chill at bay. His body seemingly steams as he stands secluded in the meadow with his eyes cast across in thoughtlessness. A haze suppresses his recent memories, forging a space for everything anew. He sees more clearly now that the curtain has lifted. There is beauty in the world, but he acknowledges the sinful shadows with nothing more than an unfazed shrug. He is remembering who – what – he is. A sweep of his eyes confirms his suspicions that he is alone – no one familiar – and somehow, he finds solace in this. A single plume of black smoke sighs from his nostrils as he settles into silence, savoring his mind’s brief liberation. @[Sochi] RE: sochi/laura pony; - sochi - 09-09-2018 there is a swelling storm and I'm caught up in the middle of it all sochi it comes and goes in waves; it always does, it always does we watch as our young hearts fade into the flood, into the flood RE: sochi/laura pony; - Castile - 10-15-2018 Blood is on his hands now. When he looks down at his feet, it is with weighted concern. He can still taste it, so fresh and addictive. Castile thought he had won, that he would never be oppressed by the monster again. It had been years since the ferocity blinded him, but seeing Sabra’s crumpled body awakened something far more powerful. There was no stopping himself when he saw her raped and murdered. In a feverish rush, Castile was a killer. (Embrace it) The voice – slick with venom and spiked with everlasting hunger – has returned, hissing in the back of his mind, reminding him what he is. Everything he worked for, to be safe, has disintegrated into a pile of ash alongside Klaudius’ charred corpse. Castile blinks, but the murder replays immediately and he opens his eyes again. (Kill… kill…) His stomach churns, wanting – needing – more, but he suppresses his appetite fitfully. His senses grope and find the scent of another predator, but when his eyes lift, he sees only a girl edging closer. The voice in his mind settles, bewildered by the unfamiliar smell. Is she the predator? Castile’s gaze sweeps across her but finds a steadiness in her silver eyes that holds him. ”Hello,” he echoes with an idle shift of his wings. In the brief pause, his mind reels and clings to ideas and assumptions. The prior scent of a predator has diminished slightly, but there is something that lurks in her metallic eyes that tells him it is anything but gone. The corner of his mouth quirks. ”Have you killed?” It’s eerily casual how the question slips from him and hangs in the space between them. Although Castile isn’t proud of his own (it was a break in his better judgment), somehow he tries to reassure himself that he isn’t alone, that his murder wasn’t the only senseless one. @[Sochi] So, because I sucked and disappeared, I made this a bit more of a recent timeline so we aren't so far behind with the time and seasons and recent events <3 RE: sochi/laura pony; - sochi - 10-15-2018 there are wolves in my head and their howling now I'm broken and bleeding, I’ll never find my way S OCHI stranger in this land @[Castile] ohhh, i love it because now i get to incorporate the quest. <33 RE: sochi/laura pony; - Castile - 10-18-2018 Their closeness opens the gateway to his curiosity. Her breath just barely feathers across his face as they look upon each other with predatory intensity. Castile notices now the gashes streaked across her chest, fairly new. The scarlet of her blood catches the sunlight and the coppery scent clings to the lining of his nostrils, teasing him. (How easily would she break?) The ferocity of her eyes is a telltale and enough to subdue the hunger deep in his core. (She would fight) And despite the thrill of difficult prey, Castile pushes away the thought and steps his own judgment forward and ahead of his hunger. He isn’t a cold-hearted killer, he muses, but the coiling of his gut protests. Blinking, he grips onto her admission, enjoying that he is not alone – not entirely. The sharp edges of his face soften, barely, but he sympathizes with her. Even as she looks up at him, then through him, Castile remains unyielding as he tries to read her face. He catches himself from losing his thoughts staring into the molten pools of silver that are her eyes. There are tales within them; they’ve seen a number of things. ”It’s surreal, no?” He asks, blinking slowly as he, too, tries to grope for the memory but it always remains just out of reach. Sabra was murdered and raped. That’s when everything blurred. When he came to, there was a corpse lying charred on the ground and split open. He grabbed Sabra and fled. He doesn’t remember what happened, but he knew that he had committed the murder with spectators all around. ”I never thought myself capable. Did you?” The days of innocence have ended. They will see him as a monster, a killer. (That’s what we are) But this girl, whom remains without a name, applies a balm on his wounds with the thoughtfulness of her words. Castile didn’t realize he was holding his breath. It releases into the air between them, relaxing all the tension throughout his body. Everything melts. ”I’m not either,” he admits, his voice softer, a low murmur for only her to hear. The realization sobers him, but it isn’t enough to hide the feeble grin quivering across his lips. ”I suppose you’re right,” some deserve to be killed, he echoes to himself, trying to reassure himself. Klaudius certainly deserved it, right? The charred image flashes across the back of his eyelids when Castile blinks. He did that. But then he remembers what he witnessed and Sabra’s limp body. His heart was torn from his chest in that moment. In spite of the heartache, Castile holds himself steadily, never giving her reason to question. The pain doesn’t reflect in his eyes or choke him; he won’t allow it to surface. With a deep breath that decimates the smoke in his lungs, he finally addresses what he’s most curious about. ”Your name, what is it?” He fumbles over himself slightly, but tries to recover by simply adding, ”I’m Castile.” @[Sochi] RE: sochi/laura pony; - sochi - 10-20-2018 there are wolves in my head and their howling now I'm broken and bleeding, I’ll never find my way S OCHI stranger in this land @[Castile] RE: sochi/laura pony; - Castile - 10-25-2018 ”We always seem to be changing,” he murmurs, lost in thought as he reflects on Ilma and how she considered him upon seeing what a different man he became. Has he changed again so soon? Is this a turn in the right direction, or the wrong? Castile blinks and drops his head slightly, his unruly forelock sliding across his face as he weighs the choices he had versus the one he made. It was too late now, however. He, like Sochi, has blood on his hands. But when he looks up at her and searches the rippling silver pools of her eyes, he doesn’t see regret. There is not a feebleness in her gaze or a regret that weighs her down or blemishes the ferocity of her pretty face. She stands proudly, accepting who – and what – she is, and Castile feverishly feeds on her inner strength. Her wry smile is met with his own and his pulse quickens. ”I’m no longer who I was either,” his flaws forged pain into his heart and it weakened him. His emotions were shackles tugging on his every step, a hindrance and reminder. Quickly, Castile was disintegrating into a shadow of himself as he was forced to face his mistakes. He became weak, but not anymore. ”Sochi,” he echoes in a husky voice, tasting it gingerly on his tongue as his mismatched eyes dance across her. Castile should run now and avoid what may come, but he is drawn to her vivaciousness and honesty, letting it slowly melt his armor shield. A single step inches him closer, and he drinks in her scent another time, noting how intimately it mingles with the tiger from earlier. A shadowed smirk smears across his lips as their eyes briefly lock. ”Tell me what you are,” he breathes, entranced by her. A killer? A mother? Or simply a girl lost in the mind of a tiger some days? Shuffling his wings idly, Castile considers her with piqued curiosity. ”I often told those around me not to get close because I’m dangerous,” the heaviness of his voice bears memories spanning since his childhood mixed with a tone of fascination, ”but something tells me you aren’t a fragile little bird.” He shouldn’t seek comfort in the company of another woman (Sabra, he thinks) but he is rooted and unable to walk away. @[Sochi] RE: sochi/laura pony; - sochi - 10-26-2018 there are wolves in my head and their howling now I'm broken and bleeding, I’ll never find my way S OCHI stranger in this land @[Castile] |