10-15-2018, 11:11 AM
Blood is on his hands now.
When he looks down at his feet, it is with weighted concern. He can still taste it, so fresh and addictive. Castile thought he had won, that he would never be oppressed by the monster again. It had been years since the ferocity blinded him, but seeing Sabra’s crumpled body awakened something far more powerful. There was no stopping himself when he saw her raped and murdered. In a feverish rush, Castile was a killer.
(Embrace it)
The voice – slick with venom and spiked with everlasting hunger – has returned, hissing in the back of his mind, reminding him what he is. Everything he worked for, to be safe, has disintegrated into a pile of ash alongside Klaudius’ charred corpse.
Castile blinks, but the murder replays immediately and he opens his eyes again.
(Kill… kill…)
His stomach churns, wanting – needing – more, but he suppresses his appetite fitfully. His senses grope and find the scent of another predator, but when his eyes lift, he sees only a girl edging closer.
The voice in his mind settles, bewildered by the unfamiliar smell. Is she the predator? Castile’s gaze sweeps across her but finds a steadiness in her silver eyes that holds him. ”Hello,” he echoes with an idle shift of his wings. In the brief pause, his mind reels and clings to ideas and assumptions. The prior scent of a predator has diminished slightly, but there is something that lurks in her metallic eyes that tells him it is anything but gone. The corner of his mouth quirks. ”Have you killed?” It’s eerily casual how the question slips from him and hangs in the space between them.
Although Castile isn’t proud of his own (it was a break in his better judgment), somehow he tries to reassure himself that he isn’t alone, that his murder wasn’t the only senseless one.
When he looks down at his feet, it is with weighted concern. He can still taste it, so fresh and addictive. Castile thought he had won, that he would never be oppressed by the monster again. It had been years since the ferocity blinded him, but seeing Sabra’s crumpled body awakened something far more powerful. There was no stopping himself when he saw her raped and murdered. In a feverish rush, Castile was a killer.
(Embrace it)
The voice – slick with venom and spiked with everlasting hunger – has returned, hissing in the back of his mind, reminding him what he is. Everything he worked for, to be safe, has disintegrated into a pile of ash alongside Klaudius’ charred corpse.
Castile blinks, but the murder replays immediately and he opens his eyes again.
(Kill… kill…)
His stomach churns, wanting – needing – more, but he suppresses his appetite fitfully. His senses grope and find the scent of another predator, but when his eyes lift, he sees only a girl edging closer.
The voice in his mind settles, bewildered by the unfamiliar smell. Is she the predator? Castile’s gaze sweeps across her but finds a steadiness in her silver eyes that holds him. ”Hello,” he echoes with an idle shift of his wings. In the brief pause, his mind reels and clings to ideas and assumptions. The prior scent of a predator has diminished slightly, but there is something that lurks in her metallic eyes that tells him it is anything but gone. The corner of his mouth quirks. ”Have you killed?” It’s eerily casual how the question slips from him and hangs in the space between them.
Although Castile isn’t proud of his own (it was a break in his better judgment), somehow he tries to reassure himself that he isn’t alone, that his murder wasn’t the only senseless one.
@[Sochi]
So, because I sucked and disappeared, I made this a bit more of a recent timeline so we aren't so far behind with the time and seasons and recent events <3