04-05-2019, 03:33 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
On the easternmost border of Loess lies the jagged mountain peaks shared between it and Hyaline. It’s here, in the summit, that Castile has determined to be the dragon’s nest. It’s a place of seclusion for his family, a den for those dragonborne to rest after a day’s hunt. More often than not, his body reflects his inner beast – a titanic monster with a snake-like neck and tail, jagged teeth, and crushing talons. Here, the world doesn’t see him. Here, he is able to feed the raspy voice that hisses into his thoughts periodically.
For that reason, Castile doesn’t expect visitors. Those from Hyaline – the rare visitor – have often met on flatter ground versus scaling the summit. Amet, taking a more scenic route high above Loess’ valley, careens not far from the den. Reia is there, nestled in a bed of pines that she gathered during her many adventures. She, however, doesn’t acknowledge the visitor on the adjacent peak, her slumber dulling her senses. Castile, on the other hand, soars and spirals around the mountain top, playing among the clouds with swift rolls and turns.
The wind slips quickly along his hardened scales and spines. Every row of his wings sounds like the rushing crash of waves as he stays afloat, mostly gliding as he finds solace in his draconic isolation.
A gradual turn around a bend brings horses into view. His eyes take note of first Litotes moving, then to a vaguely familiar face overlooking a ledge. High above, they do not yet see him – but maybe hear his wings buffeting the air? – and so he turns with agile grace into the clouds. A low growl erupts in response to the intrusion, but he addresses it nonetheless by first shifting seamlessly back into his equine body. His draconic wings remain as the only remnant as he alights adjacent to the two men. ”Litotes,” he first acknowledges his newly-appointed Marauder with a lopsided grin and nod before flickering his eyes to the gilded male. ”Wow. Talk about a blast from the past,” he isn’t sure where they stand, how much of their relationship suffered when he detached Hyaline from Nerine and when Ciri couldn’t decide between the two of them.
Still, Castile musters hospitality. ”Hello, Amet.”
For that reason, Castile doesn’t expect visitors. Those from Hyaline – the rare visitor – have often met on flatter ground versus scaling the summit. Amet, taking a more scenic route high above Loess’ valley, careens not far from the den. Reia is there, nestled in a bed of pines that she gathered during her many adventures. She, however, doesn’t acknowledge the visitor on the adjacent peak, her slumber dulling her senses. Castile, on the other hand, soars and spirals around the mountain top, playing among the clouds with swift rolls and turns.
The wind slips quickly along his hardened scales and spines. Every row of his wings sounds like the rushing crash of waves as he stays afloat, mostly gliding as he finds solace in his draconic isolation.
A gradual turn around a bend brings horses into view. His eyes take note of first Litotes moving, then to a vaguely familiar face overlooking a ledge. High above, they do not yet see him – but maybe hear his wings buffeting the air? – and so he turns with agile grace into the clouds. A low growl erupts in response to the intrusion, but he addresses it nonetheless by first shifting seamlessly back into his equine body. His draconic wings remain as the only remnant as he alights adjacent to the two men. ”Litotes,” he first acknowledges his newly-appointed Marauder with a lopsided grin and nod before flickering his eyes to the gilded male. ”Wow. Talk about a blast from the past,” he isn’t sure where they stand, how much of their relationship suffered when he detached Hyaline from Nerine and when Ciri couldn’t decide between the two of them.
Still, Castile musters hospitality. ”Hello, Amet.”
castile
@[litotes] @[Amet]