11-20-2018, 12:00 PM
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
The boy trembles underneath Castile’s stare, the cold burrowing past his skin and into his bones. For a long while, he offers no consolation or relief. His edged stare continues to bore into the colt, weighing the possibility of his situation. He could be a spy, a source of intellect for their expanding number of enemies.
And yet…
Yet he looks harmless with his bright eyes and quaking voice. What could he do to wreak more havoc on this small island? He is but a child shivering from the cold and stepping away from an intense stare.
A resigning sigh escapes Castile, his entire demeanor softening with the exhalation. ”Okay,” because if he cannot defend against a colt then he should just bury himself now. Although still somewhat suspicious, the drake inches back to allow Maertin entrance into the cold island. ”Castile,” he offers his name as a confirmation of the peace settling between them, but hesitates to do anything more. Looking away, he half expects his search to find a mare to embrace the boy, but alas, they are alone.
(It’s not our kin)
(Kill him)
The hissing voice of his counterpart echoes through him and sends a chill down his spine, but Castile remains otherwise steady in his movements and expression. Once, years ago, he would have gladly embraced the colt and welcomed him past the shoreline, but life has darkened and scarred him. He hesitates for a few heartbeats, watching as the colt still shivers even while offering assistance. ”Where are your parents?” It pains him to see the boy wash up alone, but Castile finally steps forward, pressing his abnormally warm barrel against Maertin. ”Let’s get away from the water. I’ll burn some wood for you to warm up with.” He doesn’t elaborate how or even why the sudden change. He just inclines his head and begins walking inland, his eyes sifting through the wintry scene for lumber.
And yet…
Yet he looks harmless with his bright eyes and quaking voice. What could he do to wreak more havoc on this small island? He is but a child shivering from the cold and stepping away from an intense stare.
A resigning sigh escapes Castile, his entire demeanor softening with the exhalation. ”Okay,” because if he cannot defend against a colt then he should just bury himself now. Although still somewhat suspicious, the drake inches back to allow Maertin entrance into the cold island. ”Castile,” he offers his name as a confirmation of the peace settling between them, but hesitates to do anything more. Looking away, he half expects his search to find a mare to embrace the boy, but alas, they are alone.
(It’s not our kin)
(Kill him)
The hissing voice of his counterpart echoes through him and sends a chill down his spine, but Castile remains otherwise steady in his movements and expression. Once, years ago, he would have gladly embraced the colt and welcomed him past the shoreline, but life has darkened and scarred him. He hesitates for a few heartbeats, watching as the colt still shivers even while offering assistance. ”Where are your parents?” It pains him to see the boy wash up alone, but Castile finally steps forward, pressing his abnormally warm barrel against Maertin. ”Let’s get away from the water. I’ll burn some wood for you to warm up with.” He doesn’t elaborate how or even why the sudden change. He just inclines his head and begins walking inland, his eyes sifting through the wintry scene for lumber.
castile
@[Maertin]