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Solace; - Castile - 01-19-2018
There is a slow blink of a predator and a long, drawn-in breath that pinpoints a target. He doesn’t move, not yet. The world rushes past him, swirling as his eyes stare forward across the hills. She, Solace, frequented his mind almost as often as Isobell. The faint memory he held closely almost pained him during those lonely nights when the rain dribbled down his sides in a web of rivers. Castile didn’t seek shelter; he lied near a treeline or stood in an open meadow as his thoughts raced. He isn’t entirely certain what had happened to him – the ability to recall it is just out of reach – but when he swallows there is still the iron tang of blood that sends him spiraling.
What did he do? Did he kill? Did he hurt someone? Krigare. The battle. Is that what the taste is stemming from? Castile had no control over himself, of the monster that lurks in the recesses of his soul. He had been fighting just as he is now – hair, hooves, blunt teeth – but then there was a fleeting moment that his vision pooled red and there was blood and a scream. The memory of what he did, however, is hidden. That’s why he avoided coming to Hyaline until now. The fear of lost control, of the unknown. But Castile couldn’t force himself away for any longer. When he breathes a lungful of air, he can faintly taste her. A smile trembles across his lips, but it disappears just as quickly. There is no other option than to suppress the uncertainty bubbling within him; the urge to see her is far too great to ignore anymore. The border comes quickly, unexpectedly fast that stops him abruptly mid-step. His wings shift at his sides, feathered and complementing of his color. A heartbeat, then another, but he doesn’t call for her – not yet – as he hopes she will be just as drawn to his scent as he is to hers. RE: Solace; - Solace - 01-22-2018 Solace
Solace Floats. caretaker of hyaline RE: Solace; - Castile - 01-24-2018
Castile had ached for Solace; it haunted him knowing that he left her behind due to his own cowardice. He had hurt his opponent in battle; what would often be considered an impressive feat only bled regret into his gut. No one should be maimed in such a way, but the adrenaline took over. It blinded him of his sanity, and once a drop of blood spread across his tongue for the first time, there was no stopping him.
Never seeking out his opponent to guarantee his sentence, Castile fled to solitude. He expects Solace to be angry with him, to look upon him with disdain as he forged his way to Hyaline, but she surprises him with the floating lightness of her voice. There had been no wings before, but Solace sports them with an elegant grace that captures his attention and never lets go. A smile tips up the corners of his mouth as he peers up at her, enjoying the excitement that paints her face. ”You’re a natural!” He calls up to her, his own expression beaming. It has been years since he last took to the skies with company at his side. With the flutter of butterflies in his stomach, Castile doesn’t notice how the feathers of his wings fall away to a leathery membrane. What would’ve been thin, pink skin ripples into hardened scales. Too engrossed in Solace, Castile takes flight after her and takes pause only when their bodies are within close proximity. ”Welcome to the club,” he says with a bout of laughter that rattles his bones. RE: Solace; - Solace - 01-25-2018 Solace
caretaker of hyaline RE: Solace; - Castile - 01-26-2018
The air is clear and warm with the presence of spring. It lifts his spirits as high as his body, his great wings beating to the steady rhythm of his heart as he climbs altitude until nearly level with Solace. The joy that brightly paints across her face stirs something in him, but he doesn’t feed into it – not this time. He does, however, reciprocate the smile that she flashes in his direction as she shouts above the wind that he hasn’t yet seen her home. A twist in his gut reminds him of the memories of Hyaline, of the landscape that he was memorizing years ago. He has seen most of it, admittedly, but not since the fire that consumed much of the hills and the death that plagued the pond below. It has since healed; life has returned in abundance in the shape of emerald grass and crystalline water and meadows studded with vibrant flowers.
In his scrutiny, Castile did take note of the absence of Amet’s scent. It piqued his interest, albeit briefly, before Solace captured his focus again, as she so easily does. Their bodies are synchronous as they upturn and climb toward the clouds almost as though nothing could ever stop them. Below, Hyaline recedes farther and farther away with a soft wink of the lake. A glance flicks back to see the rocks and hills dotting the landscape before looking at Solace and admiring the cerulean wings that carry her effortlessly through the sky. How and when, he wonders but never asks. How much did he miss when he was gone? A sighing grin quirks his mouth when she reflects on a conversation they had back in the river, when their lives initially twisted together. He doesn’t admit his intentions, that this is only a visit and not a permanent fix. Instead, he simply jerks his head to the south. ”We could both be winners since Loess is just beyond that river.” They are so close to it, but there are no borders, no rules, or restrictions up here. They could almost fly forever, lose themselves in each other’s company and leave behind the responsibilities below. Castile gracefully levels himself as a cloud engulfs him, kissing him with dew droplets. A twist and a turn and he is looking at a great expanse of Beqanna, then to Solace and back. ”Breathtaking,” he says, never specifying the subject of his marvel. RE: Solace; - Solace - 02-04-2018 Solace
caretaker of hyaline @[castile] RE: Solace; - Castile - 02-22-2018
He knew then as he knows now not to pursue her. Solace is the untouchable fruit, a mere image for his admiration. It isn’t in his stars to find a singular love – this much he has told himself. With the unpredictability of his shifting, he fears a looming travesty. It would be best, he mused, to always keep himself caged away as to elude the onslaught of overwhelming emotions. Even this moment – how beautiful and serene it is! – teeters on the edge of his control as the cool wind whips through his mane and glides across his wingspan. The sense of freedom churns the creature inside him and rattles its prison bars desperately. His wings have already shifted to that of a dragon (his calling, his identity) but a periodic glance to Solace somehow tames the beast. Somehow, she prolongs his control. ”This way,” he calls out to her with an elated grin while tilting his weight south. With idle curiosity, he watches as the landscape shifts slightly with more rocky banks and less lush greenery. It still holds its own charm, of course, but Castile doesn’t stare down on it with a fluttering heart and pride. Nerine still lingers in his mind, an obstruction to his ability to find happiness elsewhere. With Ivar and Isobell turning their focuses elsewhere, he is alone. Mother and father have become figments of his memory. With a heavy sigh and an easy glide, Castile spares a glance to Solace. ”Loess is below. A bit rockier than Hyaline, but not a huge difference,” he can’t shrug as his wings take a heavy beat but his voice subtly loses a small amount of enthusiasm. ”Ivar left, leaving me as the Regent until his daughter comes of age.” Castile has never imagined himself a leader; he has been a shadow most of his life. ”So, here I stay, but a greater part of me still leans toward Nerine. It’s where I was born, where my mother was Queen, where my father is…” or so he hopes, pushing aside the sinking pain that his family is no longer there. sorry for the delay. I went ahead and pushed up the timeline a tad to reflect his promotion lol RE: Solace; - Solace - 03-08-2018 Solace
caretaker of hyaline RE: Solace; - Castile - 03-13-2018
Castile doesn’t consider himself powerful, or even impressive, when he mentions his parents; he doesn’t even glance back to watch Solace’s reaction because he doesn’t entirely expect one. For a long while, he opens up to her, but he isn’t sure why. For years, Castile has kept to himself and never fed into someone’s curiosity for him. Each individual knew him in a different way.
Ivar is a childhood friend and their mothers are friends as well. Ciri knew him as partially a dragon boy, one that she decided against when Amet lingered on her mind. Heda knows him as only a Regent and a friend of Ivar. Karaugh knew him as the monster she unleashed. In reality, only Ivar truly knows him and even then, there are many things between them that remain a mystery. So, why he indulges Solace, he doesn’t know. There is an easiness about her, a blissful air that follows her as they swirl together among the clouds between the kingdoms until Loess calls them downward. They land together in a harmonious dance before coiling their wings neatly to their sides. A brightened glance finds Solace’s delicate face and his gaze dwells for a long moment before forcing himself to blink away and look at the rolling hills of Loess. ”It holds my heart,” he agrees after a heartbeat of thought, ”but I’m not sure if I could find a place there. A matriarchy doesn’t have much space or use for a stallion.” An airy chuckle tumbles past his lips. The thought has previously crossed his mind, and although he doesn’t seek a crown, he at least enjoys playing a role and being someone. ”I guess I will see how young Lepis feels when she is older and ask if she would have use for me or not.” Remaining a soldier is his primary objective, one in which can often be beneficial in a herd, but he can only hope that the looming darkness inside doesn’t consume him. With a nod of his head, Castile guides Solace toward a small pond where he swallows a full gulps of water. When his thirst is satisfied, he levels his mismatched eyes on her again. ”Ruling may not be easy, but it seems that you excel at it.” A boyish grin and a lofty sigh punctuate the compliment. RE: Solace; - Solace - 03-15-2018 Solace
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