01-19-2018, 08:58 AM
There is a slow blink of a predator and a long, drawn-in breath that pinpoints a target. He doesn’t move, not yet. The world rushes past him, swirling as his eyes stare forward across the hills. She, Solace, frequented his mind almost as often as Isobell. The faint memory he held closely almost pained him during those lonely nights when the rain dribbled down his sides in a web of rivers. Castile didn’t seek shelter; he lied near a treeline or stood in an open meadow as his thoughts raced. He isn’t entirely certain what had happened to him – the ability to recall it is just out of reach – but when he swallows there is still the iron tang of blood that sends him spiraling.
What did he do? Did he kill? Did he hurt someone?
Krigare. The battle. Is that what the taste is stemming from? Castile had no control over himself, of the monster that lurks in the recesses of his soul. He had been fighting just as he is now – hair, hooves, blunt teeth – but then there was a fleeting moment that his vision pooled red and there was blood and a scream. The memory of what he did, however, is hidden.
That’s why he avoided coming to Hyaline until now. The fear of lost control, of the unknown.
But Castile couldn’t force himself away for any longer. When he breathes a lungful of air, he can faintly taste her. A smile trembles across his lips, but it disappears just as quickly. There is no other option than to suppress the uncertainty bubbling within him; the urge to see her is far too great to ignore anymore.
The border comes quickly, unexpectedly fast that stops him abruptly mid-step. His wings shift at his sides, feathered and complementing of his color. A heartbeat, then another, but he doesn’t call for her – not yet – as he hopes she will be just as drawn to his scent as he is to hers.
What did he do? Did he kill? Did he hurt someone?
Krigare. The battle. Is that what the taste is stemming from? Castile had no control over himself, of the monster that lurks in the recesses of his soul. He had been fighting just as he is now – hair, hooves, blunt teeth – but then there was a fleeting moment that his vision pooled red and there was blood and a scream. The memory of what he did, however, is hidden.
That’s why he avoided coming to Hyaline until now. The fear of lost control, of the unknown.
But Castile couldn’t force himself away for any longer. When he breathes a lungful of air, he can faintly taste her. A smile trembles across his lips, but it disappears just as quickly. There is no other option than to suppress the uncertainty bubbling within him; the urge to see her is far too great to ignore anymore.
The border comes quickly, unexpectedly fast that stops him abruptly mid-step. His wings shift at his sides, feathered and complementing of his color. A heartbeat, then another, but he doesn’t call for her – not yet – as he hopes she will be just as drawn to his scent as he is to hers.