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And now, I fall; Castile, any! - Aziz - 07-17-2019 The past couple of weeks had really rattled the bay stallion's brain, he couldn't wrap his mind around everything that was going, in fact, he didn't even know if he wanted to contemplate any of it, just the sheer thought made him feel uneasy and rather stressed, it was much easier to forget all about it and relax. Aziz —lost and forgotten— @[Castile] Sorry i did shorten it a little! I get carried away with his trait cause I love building things! RE: And now, I fall; Castile, any! - Castile - 07-18-2019 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
Another pacifist, another voice having scolded him for his decisions. What if he listened to them all and cowered in the corner to allow for the world to trample him? What if he refused to exploit his own strength in fear of upsetting or harming others? Life would have taken him down an entirely different path. It would have beaten him and trampled him repeatedly. It isn’t in his nature to drag himself away from opposition; his is a son of iron and fire. But he warns his foes. Castile tries to deter those around him from rattling his cage’s bars, but they never seem to listen. Instead, they are fueled by the potential. They want to see him at his worst and break him down with guilt and the repercussions of his actions. They don’t consider that he warned them, that everything could have been avoided if they only listened. But there are many on the outside looking in, the pacifists, that reprimand and question him when they only see the havoc he causes. They do not consider what led to that, what pulled the trigger. Castile cannot expect them to understand. He cannot force their thoughts to change. It crosses his mind if Aziz has reconsidered seeing as he still remains and constructs a shelter with a force bubbling from his own veins and muscles. From a short ways away, Castile observes the production and completion of the home before approaching with a relaxed but amiable expression. ”Fascinating work you can do,” there is warmth in his voice, but not at all the vehemence of fire. It’s kind, his compliment, and it’s accompanied by a languid grin as his eyes trace the rocks and entryway before glancing to the smoke and steam billowing from beneath. ”You’re making yourself comfortable then,” and here he focuses on Aziz, ”so will you be staying in Loess?” The man was so adamant to return to Sylva, to latch onto a sense of loyalty to a monarchy that didn’t deserve it. Castile didn’t object, allowing Aziz to follow his own ideas and plans. He would learn on his own what a mistake it was. ”What goals do you have for yourself?” The question is abrupt, stemming from Castile’s curiosity. castile @[Aziz] RE: And now, I fall; Castile, any! - Aziz - 07-20-2019 His head peeks out of his shelter, his body in pursuit as he hears a familiar voice "Thank you, Castile, I do enjoy messing around with the earth" the warmth in the dragon's voice is met by his, his tone kinder than he would usually present himself. He moves outside to greet him, dipping his head politely as he halts nearby. Aziz —lost and forgotten— @[Castile] RE: And now, I fall; Castile, any! - Castile - 11-07-2019 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
”Then stay you will,” Castile offers lightly, his eyes catching the sunlight before he blinks and glances away toward the eastern mountain range. All around them, there are the sounds of voices busily buzzing through the air as Loess continues to thrive. A smile threatens to crease his handsome face, but the shadow of it flickers away before ever coming to fruition. There is a stoicism that stills him, that still sinks into his thoughts. Aziz has quickly shifted his allegiance, but it’s fair to say why. There wasn’t – isn’t – much of an option, and Castile struggles to turn away an eager recruit. His trust has always been so freely handed, but with turbulent relations, he is beginning to curl back into himself and realize how few can truly be trusted. Permitting Aziz the opportunity to win him, however, is solidified by the gradual appearance of a smirk when Castile finally suppresses his negative thoughts. A deliberate nod poses as a quiet response to the man, knowing well what terrakinesis can do. He had a glimpse of it in Tephra, now Loess, and that isn’t even the peak of Aziz’s capabilities. There could be so much more if he were so inclined, or so angry. With a tilt of his head, the Loessian king regards the man with mounting curiosity. ”What is the greatest thing – the biggest thing – you’ve done with your magic?” In response, Castile considers his own answers, and they flutter around in his mind, unspoken. The memories are both wonderful and terrible, this monster inside him both a blessing and a curse. Admittedly, he cannot pictures himself without it. The dragon is a piece of his soul, a piece of his mind, body, and happiness. Is it the same for those with terrakinesis, or like mother, with animation? In the midst of calculating himself, Castile distantly hears Aziz’s questions penetrate the walls of his thoughts. Sylva, he asks, and the draconic king lifts his eyes in realization. ”Starsin will lead it for now,” he begins, lacking a grand scheme to have taken the deciduous forest, ”but she wants to return to Loess. I think Sylva may be a gift to someone deserving that remains loyal to Loess.” Not to him, not to the monarchy necessarily, but to the kingdom and its wellbeing. It may be a grand wish as homes are uprooted and overtaken, but he considers it dreamily with an expression that softens even underneath Aziz’s scrutiny. castile @[Aziz] RE: And now, I fall; Castile, any! - Aziz - 11-08-2019 Relief rushes over him in an instant, his emotions quickly flushed when Castile accepts his residence on a whim, a thankful nod entering his posture as he steadies his breath. Aziz —lost and forgotten— |