Castile watches as the arena ripples into something new and extravagant. He would've been startled had it not been the third event. Nike has been able to alter their surroundings so effortlessly that, although intrigued, he isn't shying.
When she has concluded her instructions he quickly looks ahead to the stones protruding through the lava. His steps are meticulous and hesitant. The fire calls to him, it's heat like a blanket wrsppingnaround him, but he doesn't allow the creature inside him to deter his focus. From one to the other, he alternates between hopping and stepping, depending on the size of the sequential stone until he has successfully crossed, his skin slathered in sweat.
The swinging bridge makes him uneasy. If not for flying and his familiarity with great heights, he may have reconsidered and turned away, but he pushes through. The boards creak underfoot, occasionally snapping beneath his weight. As the end looms near, he can hear the ropes creaking in exhaustion. He lurches forward and reaches the grass, stepping away from the bridge with a stronger mentality and braveness.
The upcoming logs question his agility, but he gains momentum to address the obstacles. With his wings remaining idly tucked at his side's, he clears one log after the other with a neat tuck from his limbs.
His breaths are becoming more labored now.
He lopes to the cavern, wanting to impress his team. The darkness looming in its depths is startling, but he eases his way through relying on each of his senses to navigate its winding course.
Exiting the cavern (he was born in one - it feels natural and ok to be enveloped in shadows) he approaches the Cliffside and clambers up its ominous side. The ledges threaten him, but Castile never lets his mind go awry. He wants this. Needs this.
His pace quickens when confident enough until he finally grasps a golden feather and brings it to the finish line, completing the challenge but with his mentality sharpened by the adventure.
hippalectryon or hippalektryon
On my phone so yeah lol. This is for castile
When she has concluded her instructions he quickly looks ahead to the stones protruding through the lava. His steps are meticulous and hesitant. The fire calls to him, it's heat like a blanket wrsppingnaround him, but he doesn't allow the creature inside him to deter his focus. From one to the other, he alternates between hopping and stepping, depending on the size of the sequential stone until he has successfully crossed, his skin slathered in sweat.
The swinging bridge makes him uneasy. If not for flying and his familiarity with great heights, he may have reconsidered and turned away, but he pushes through. The boards creak underfoot, occasionally snapping beneath his weight. As the end looms near, he can hear the ropes creaking in exhaustion. He lurches forward and reaches the grass, stepping away from the bridge with a stronger mentality and braveness.
The upcoming logs question his agility, but he gains momentum to address the obstacles. With his wings remaining idly tucked at his side's, he clears one log after the other with a neat tuck from his limbs.
His breaths are becoming more labored now.
He lopes to the cavern, wanting to impress his team. The darkness looming in its depths is startling, but he eases his way through relying on each of his senses to navigate its winding course.
Exiting the cavern (he was born in one - it feels natural and ok to be enveloped in shadows) he approaches the Cliffside and clambers up its ominous side. The ledges threaten him, but Castile never lets his mind go awry. He wants this. Needs this.
His pace quickens when confident enough until he finally grasps a golden feather and brings it to the finish line, completing the challenge but with his mentality sharpened by the adventure.
hippalectryon or hippalektryon
On my phone so yeah lol. This is for castile