06-18-2019, 02:58 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
Castile nearly tastes the fear coating Aziz. From his body language to his voice, it all screams of his uncertainty. For the briefest of moments, the dragon king is smug and feeds his ego with the knowledge.
But he is not a tyrant.
He demands respect, not fear.
Swallowing the urge to amplify the uneasiness, Castile settles into a lackadaisical stance. There is nothing draconic marring or contorting his features. Even his wings have retracted and faded into nothingness as he stands in front of the Sylvan with narrowed, scrutinizing eyes. ”Now, why would you want to help a selfish dog like Sinner? He cares only for himself,” rumors that he cannot personally support, but they drip easily enough from his tongue. It would be beneficial to have Aziz sided with Loess, of course. ”And someone of your power deserves a place in a thriving kingdom where you can grow and be rewarded.” Castile will give credit where it’s due, and surely this male deserves some amount of praise. It nearly reminds him of mother’s ability. Nostalgia creeps across his thoughts prior to the dismissal shake of his head to focus on the situation at hand.
At the man’s gentle and diplomatic question, Castile’s head tilts. It’s entirely unexpectedly and oddly kind despite the nature of his visit. But, he has no requests of prisoners. Little by little, Loess and its allies are picking apart Sylva by luring its few numbers away. It’s a weak and quiet forest. Soon, it will fall in the face of Loess’ power and ambition. Chewing thoughtfully, he dismisses the proposition and instead asks, ”What drew you to Sylva – truthfully?” Because in all honesty, he wonders what goes on in the thoughts and ideas of his peers.
But he is not a tyrant.
He demands respect, not fear.
Swallowing the urge to amplify the uneasiness, Castile settles into a lackadaisical stance. There is nothing draconic marring or contorting his features. Even his wings have retracted and faded into nothingness as he stands in front of the Sylvan with narrowed, scrutinizing eyes. ”Now, why would you want to help a selfish dog like Sinner? He cares only for himself,” rumors that he cannot personally support, but they drip easily enough from his tongue. It would be beneficial to have Aziz sided with Loess, of course. ”And someone of your power deserves a place in a thriving kingdom where you can grow and be rewarded.” Castile will give credit where it’s due, and surely this male deserves some amount of praise. It nearly reminds him of mother’s ability. Nostalgia creeps across his thoughts prior to the dismissal shake of his head to focus on the situation at hand.
At the man’s gentle and diplomatic question, Castile’s head tilts. It’s entirely unexpectedly and oddly kind despite the nature of his visit. But, he has no requests of prisoners. Little by little, Loess and its allies are picking apart Sylva by luring its few numbers away. It’s a weak and quiet forest. Soon, it will fall in the face of Loess’ power and ambition. Chewing thoughtfully, he dismisses the proposition and instead asks, ”What drew you to Sylva – truthfully?” Because in all honesty, he wonders what goes on in the thoughts and ideas of his peers.
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@[Aziz]