11-09-2018, 09:27 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
”Comical,” he snaps as his mismatched eyes dance among the faces, eventually falling on Set, ”Real comical.” The process has been drawn out too long, far too long. An opportunity to fight arose, but the group prefers a diplomatic approach to settle the dispute, it seems. Unfortunately, it therefore prolongs this as no party backs down. ”It’s truly hilarious how you appear out of nowhere, um, Set, you said? And you are the fourth one to try claiming the island, but assume that makes you priority?” Castile’s wings shuffle against his sides as a humored snort is expelled into the frosty air. Although a great part of him finds the situation more than it’s worth, Castile is stubborn. His pride refuses to cower and submit, his family providing waves of strength each time he is tempted to abandon the annoyances and seek solitude in a quieter land. This place of unrest remains unfit for his children and Sabra.
Yet the group humors all those who have secondary claims – irrelevant ones – that spur the continuation of this heated nonsense. They remain rooted here, adding more fuel to the fire when the easiest thing to do would be to drown it.
”An agreement has already been made with Camomila and the Nerinians – the first and second claims on this island, aka the priorities,” the increasing agitation is stemmed by the situation more than the individuals sprouting across their numbers with endless banter and opposition. His muscles coil, snake-like, underneath his taut skin while his gaze drifts among them heatedly. ”And I’ll be damned if I believe you would leave Nerine alone after you’ve already approached us like this,” the evidence is against Set in his offer, and yet he continues to try, desperate to cloak their eyes and smother their better judgment with deceit and false claims. Unyielding, Castile slowly shakes his head, his eyes aflame. ”You offer a lot for someone who has nothing.” The land is littered with prizes, he implies, should he be accepted here with no qualm. A silly man Set seems to be.
With an exasperated sigh and a sideways glance to those favoring Nerine, a final shrug ripples through his shoulders. ”The first two claims refuse to stand down, making the subsequent two null and void and pointless.” With a raise of his chin, he adds with finality, ”Have a nice day somewhere else.”
Yet the group humors all those who have secondary claims – irrelevant ones – that spur the continuation of this heated nonsense. They remain rooted here, adding more fuel to the fire when the easiest thing to do would be to drown it.
”An agreement has already been made with Camomila and the Nerinians – the first and second claims on this island, aka the priorities,” the increasing agitation is stemmed by the situation more than the individuals sprouting across their numbers with endless banter and opposition. His muscles coil, snake-like, underneath his taut skin while his gaze drifts among them heatedly. ”And I’ll be damned if I believe you would leave Nerine alone after you’ve already approached us like this,” the evidence is against Set in his offer, and yet he continues to try, desperate to cloak their eyes and smother their better judgment with deceit and false claims. Unyielding, Castile slowly shakes his head, his eyes aflame. ”You offer a lot for someone who has nothing.” The land is littered with prizes, he implies, should he be accepted here with no qualm. A silly man Set seems to be.
With an exasperated sigh and a sideways glance to those favoring Nerine, a final shrug ripples through his shoulders. ”The first two claims refuse to stand down, making the subsequent two null and void and pointless.” With a raise of his chin, he adds with finality, ”Have a nice day somewhere else.”
castile
An eternity long endeavor: '(