11-03-2018, 09:57 AM
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
”An icy wasteland to match your attitude,” Castile quips as he arrives shortly after Leilan, his reptilian eyes flashing first at Breckin’s toy, then toward the strangers. His adrenaline has since calmed, but his mind continues to feverishly race and wonder the welfare of his family. They aren’t here, not yet. They remain lost and distracted, eluding him with practiced ease. Nerine called to him then, and he heeded the call with urgency after having at least checked on Solace, Valdis, and Velk. They have a sanctuary to retreat to, but it doesn’t ease his worries.
Santana, Raul, and Sabra still highly concern him.
It’s the core reason why he joins this group, inwardly hoping that his sons will soon arrive, drawn by life and conversation. Sabra, he left on the rocky outcropping, but he will tend to her soon enough. For now, the strangers have lured him close. None, as of yet, exhibit symptoms of the sickness plaguing the mainland, but Castile remains wary as he scrutinizes them closely. ”He’s actually second in line. First is a random mare,” a sideways glance finds Leilan quickly before continuing, ”but yes, what purpose brings you to this spit of land? A refuge or something a bit more… combative?” Underneath his taut skin, the sinew ripples in anticipation. With tensions high as of late, Castile actually has to apply effort in remaining agreeable.
Santana, Raul, and Sabra still highly concern him.
It’s the core reason why he joins this group, inwardly hoping that his sons will soon arrive, drawn by life and conversation. Sabra, he left on the rocky outcropping, but he will tend to her soon enough. For now, the strangers have lured him close. None, as of yet, exhibit symptoms of the sickness plaguing the mainland, but Castile remains wary as he scrutinizes them closely. ”He’s actually second in line. First is a random mare,” a sideways glance finds Leilan quickly before continuing, ”but yes, what purpose brings you to this spit of land? A refuge or something a bit more… combative?” Underneath his taut skin, the sinew ripples in anticipation. With tensions high as of late, Castile actually has to apply effort in remaining agreeable.
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