08-21-2019, 08:23 AM
and underneath the layers, I find myself asking what's left
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
Oftentimes, Castile watches newcomers from afar. Like a predator – like the monster he truly is – he stalks what would be his prey as they traverse the wild Loessian landscape, oblivious to his following eyes. They often wander aimlessly or investigate a lone cactus, but this one draws toward one of the springs. In the shade of overhanging boulders, Castile lifts an eyebrow as the girl lowers her head to take a drink, only to retract with distaste painted across her face. Slow, meticulous steps steer her away from the water source, and it is then that Castile steps forward as a low, gravelly chuckle rumbles from his throat.
”There are better places for a drink of water,” the baritone of his voice is commanding, but amiable as the sunlight dances across his skin in the final few feet until he is in front of her. An amused, boyish grin tips the edges of his mouth. ”I could’ve told you that if you didn’t waltz in like you already live here,” and while there’s a sharpened edge to his words, he still remains overall kind to her while drinking in her unfamiliar scent. There are notes of Taiga mingled in her mane, but he doesn’t mention it. Lepis has already made it a priority to make a diplomatic visit, so there must be another purpose here.
Turning his body, he gives a quiet indication of the direction of cooler, sweeter water to sate her thirst. ”The name’s Castile,” he introduces himself casually, never having been one for terse formalities, ”and who are you, and what brings you to Loess?” The latter is what piques his interest the most at this point in time. While Loess has many friends, it also has its share of enemies sprouting from every corner. An ear swivels as he reminds himself of Taiga’s scent lingering on the edges of her skin, tempting him to ask, but instead he resigns with a simple, ”Where are you from?”
”There are better places for a drink of water,” the baritone of his voice is commanding, but amiable as the sunlight dances across his skin in the final few feet until he is in front of her. An amused, boyish grin tips the edges of his mouth. ”I could’ve told you that if you didn’t waltz in like you already live here,” and while there’s a sharpened edge to his words, he still remains overall kind to her while drinking in her unfamiliar scent. There are notes of Taiga mingled in her mane, but he doesn’t mention it. Lepis has already made it a priority to make a diplomatic visit, so there must be another purpose here.
Turning his body, he gives a quiet indication of the direction of cooler, sweeter water to sate her thirst. ”The name’s Castile,” he introduces himself casually, never having been one for terse formalities, ”and who are you, and what brings you to Loess?” The latter is what piques his interest the most at this point in time. While Loess has many friends, it also has its share of enemies sprouting from every corner. An ear swivels as he reminds himself of Taiga’s scent lingering on the edges of her skin, tempting him to ask, but instead he resigns with a simple, ”Where are you from?”
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@[Nimue Isolde]