07-27-2019, 08:17 AM
Every few years, Castile visits.
It's an inward obligation to himself to check on the territory while it still rests in Loess' palms and requires its protection. He regrets not having done the same with Sylva, however, the sense of mistrust often deterred him. While it may have possibly prevented their betrayal, it was at least returned to Loess after a victorious battle.
With the forest now under control, Castile can again shift his attention to the Pampas.
His wings emerge into existence and provide an easier abs faster method of travel. Noah has always led here. Somehow, after so many years, the land and her seem synchronous. In another case, Castile would've pursued someone else to lead Loess' territory to maintain its activity. The Pampas have always been rather quiet, but his admiration for Noah always takes precedence. At least with her, he doesn't need to concern himself with betrayal. She is a compassionate and amiable soul.
He once tried to be heralded by the plague from her touch. It was futile, but still she exerted energy even without his asking. Noah simply noticed his suffering and gave her best effort. It opened his eyes. It opened his heart.
When his hooves heavily touch down, it's in the bosom of the landscape. Flowers dance with the wind and birds happily sing. Castile listens with a small grin before finding himself drawn to an unfamiliar scent.
"Hello," he gruffly welcomes as he draws to a halt in front of the man, his mismatched gaze scrutinizing him, "I'm Castile. Who are you? " the have been a couple others beside Noah that he has seen from a distance or noted the scents of, but this one is new and entirely unfamiliar to him. narrowing his eyes beneath his forelock, he falls quiet and expectantly waits.
It's an inward obligation to himself to check on the territory while it still rests in Loess' palms and requires its protection. He regrets not having done the same with Sylva, however, the sense of mistrust often deterred him. While it may have possibly prevented their betrayal, it was at least returned to Loess after a victorious battle.
With the forest now under control, Castile can again shift his attention to the Pampas.
His wings emerge into existence and provide an easier abs faster method of travel. Noah has always led here. Somehow, after so many years, the land and her seem synchronous. In another case, Castile would've pursued someone else to lead Loess' territory to maintain its activity. The Pampas have always been rather quiet, but his admiration for Noah always takes precedence. At least with her, he doesn't need to concern himself with betrayal. She is a compassionate and amiable soul.
He once tried to be heralded by the plague from her touch. It was futile, but still she exerted energy even without his asking. Noah simply noticed his suffering and gave her best effort. It opened his eyes. It opened his heart.
When his hooves heavily touch down, it's in the bosom of the landscape. Flowers dance with the wind and birds happily sing. Castile listens with a small grin before finding himself drawn to an unfamiliar scent.
"Hello," he gruffly welcomes as he draws to a halt in front of the man, his mismatched gaze scrutinizing him, "I'm Castile. Who are you? " the have been a couple others beside Noah that he has seen from a distance or noted the scents of, but this one is new and entirely unfamiliar to him. narrowing his eyes beneath his forelock, he falls quiet and expectantly waits.