09-27-2017, 10:09 PM
Sylva has fallen.
There had been a crashing of trees, a call ringing toward the residents, and a flurry of action that he never anticipated. Everything passed by in a whirling typhoon, all while Castile stood, dumbfounded and confused. Where was Ivar? Djinni? Amet? They had congregated briefly when he ignorantly pursued his friend into the cusp of a new land. He thought nothing of it then, but everyone dissipated. Their bodies melted into the shadows and so he wandered because there was nothing more he could do.
But then he heard unfamiliar voices when Djinni’s faded into silence. It was a new band of horses taking control of the vacated forest. Castile almost - almost - investigated, but his stomach churned at the idea. His hooded eyes glimpsed the porcelain male before abandoning his post and venturing to the one place he recognized.
Unfortunately, Castile isn’t aware of what has elapsed during his aimless ventures. When he arrives to Hyaline it’s with the same energetic step that he used in finding his friends. A smile almost finds its way across his velvety lips, but then he looks at what remains from the fire. There has been plenty of growth, yes, but there are remnants of where death laid waste. A chill cartwheels down the length of his spine as he takes pause for the memories to flash across the back of his eyelids when he slowly blinks. A breath catches in his throat. It had been catastrophic, but the kingdom is on the mend. It’s what any place could do: survive.
Castile’s footsteps are mere whispers through the grass as he approaches the lake, drawn to its glistening surface just as he has always been. With his wings nestled against his sides, he peers into the water and observes the young stallion staring back at him. He is no longer a little colt.
There had been a crashing of trees, a call ringing toward the residents, and a flurry of action that he never anticipated. Everything passed by in a whirling typhoon, all while Castile stood, dumbfounded and confused. Where was Ivar? Djinni? Amet? They had congregated briefly when he ignorantly pursued his friend into the cusp of a new land. He thought nothing of it then, but everyone dissipated. Their bodies melted into the shadows and so he wandered because there was nothing more he could do.
But then he heard unfamiliar voices when Djinni’s faded into silence. It was a new band of horses taking control of the vacated forest. Castile almost - almost - investigated, but his stomach churned at the idea. His hooded eyes glimpsed the porcelain male before abandoning his post and venturing to the one place he recognized.
Unfortunately, Castile isn’t aware of what has elapsed during his aimless ventures. When he arrives to Hyaline it’s with the same energetic step that he used in finding his friends. A smile almost finds its way across his velvety lips, but then he looks at what remains from the fire. There has been plenty of growth, yes, but there are remnants of where death laid waste. A chill cartwheels down the length of his spine as he takes pause for the memories to flash across the back of his eyelids when he slowly blinks. A breath catches in his throat. It had been catastrophic, but the kingdom is on the mend. It’s what any place could do: survive.
Castile’s footsteps are mere whispers through the grass as he approaches the lake, drawn to its glistening surface just as he has always been. With his wings nestled against his sides, he peers into the water and observes the young stallion staring back at him. He is no longer a little colt.