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
It was necessary to find them, to prepare for what may come.
First, it was Reia. Castile, with his acute senses, scoured the Island’s hills and palm forest until he found his daughter resting near the heart of their home. A carcass lies next to her, picked clean of its meat and innards. A smile paints across his face as his eyes trace the innocence of her face while she rests. As another step inches him closer, she stirs and blinks up at him. ”Daddy?” her voice is delicate despite the sharp edges of her face, predatory in every way. Muted by his paternal infatuation with her, Castile edges closer until he is able to press his muzzle to her poll. He breathes her in and savors the moment before finally whispering into her crest, ”Let’s find your mother.” In her excitement, Reia’s mane combusts into blue flames, licking Castile’s muzzle as he slowly pulls away. The heat radiating from her is a comfort, settling his electrified nerves, if even for the moment.
They travel together, often adjacent to each other except when Reia bounds forward when a tropical bird takes flight from the ground. Castile airily chuckles at her antics but otherwise remains focused on finding Sochi.
As stealthy and silent as the woman is, the father-daughter pair eventually find her. Reia, with her mane and tail wildly kissed by fire, runs forward and tries to embrace her mother before recoiling as to avoid burning her. Like a shadow, Castile looms forward with heavy footsteps and a furrowed brow. ”Ridiculous,” he grumbles in reference to the opposition of his overtaking. The crown remains his, at least for now, but he questions whether it will remain atop his head in the coming days. It isn’t in him to submit, to accept an unfavorable outcome. Rolling his shoulders with an expression of distaste, he considers their options thoughtfully. ”In the chance I lose the Island, for now, we can either turn our focus to Loess for the time being, or I can try to immediately challenge again for the Island.” He won’t be quashed. Dragons never bend the knee.
First, it was Reia. Castile, with his acute senses, scoured the Island’s hills and palm forest until he found his daughter resting near the heart of their home. A carcass lies next to her, picked clean of its meat and innards. A smile paints across his face as his eyes trace the innocence of her face while she rests. As another step inches him closer, she stirs and blinks up at him. ”Daddy?” her voice is delicate despite the sharp edges of her face, predatory in every way. Muted by his paternal infatuation with her, Castile edges closer until he is able to press his muzzle to her poll. He breathes her in and savors the moment before finally whispering into her crest, ”Let’s find your mother.” In her excitement, Reia’s mane combusts into blue flames, licking Castile’s muzzle as he slowly pulls away. The heat radiating from her is a comfort, settling his electrified nerves, if even for the moment.
They travel together, often adjacent to each other except when Reia bounds forward when a tropical bird takes flight from the ground. Castile airily chuckles at her antics but otherwise remains focused on finding Sochi.
As stealthy and silent as the woman is, the father-daughter pair eventually find her. Reia, with her mane and tail wildly kissed by fire, runs forward and tries to embrace her mother before recoiling as to avoid burning her. Like a shadow, Castile looms forward with heavy footsteps and a furrowed brow. ”Ridiculous,” he grumbles in reference to the opposition of his overtaking. The crown remains his, at least for now, but he questions whether it will remain atop his head in the coming days. It isn’t in him to submit, to accept an unfavorable outcome. Rolling his shoulders with an expression of distaste, he considers their options thoughtfully. ”In the chance I lose the Island, for now, we can either turn our focus to Loess for the time being, or I can try to immediately challenge again for the Island.” He won’t be quashed. Dragons never bend the knee.
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@[Sochi]