03-10-2020, 01:10 PM
O C E A N E
Thunder continues to growl overhead as if incited by the rage that flickers through the hearts and minds of the pegasi and the dragon that sit beneath the grey aerial blanket. From the silvered storm clouds comes a periodic splash of rain; not enough to warrant her attention as the mighty dragon before her lands powerfully against the earth, blasting her with the air from beneath his outstretched wings, but enough that her opalescent coat shows the dark spots of its landing places. It clings to her lavender mane and tail and flattens the tresses against her neck, disregarded.
Castile lowers his great draconic head to her height and takes her command without hesitation or surprise. Yes, he says, when she demands he spills the blood of those she now considers not just Loess', but her own, enemies.
Yes, devoid of uncertainty. Oceane realizes then why he had been so apprehensive to show her the beast that lay within him; she, herself, had told the King of Loess that she was not a Soldier. She was not meant for the battlefield. But here he stands, juxtaposed to her, knowing without a doubt that he can and would (and probably already had) take a life beneath the weight of those great claws, teeth, and sinew. Her breath catches at the thought but instead of fear, she feels invigorated.
That he would do that for their son...
When the beast circles her, creating a massive shield out of the mountain of his body, Oceane moves closer to his reptilian head. She pulls her wings to her sides and lowers her opalescent body to the rocky earth to lay near Castile's orange eye. His apology, while appreciated, is unexpected ─ it loosens the tense muscles at her shoulders and turns her distraught face into something more forgiving. "Having a child with a well-known King is not free of its own unique dangers," she says by way of dismissal. Alcinder's disappearance cannot be placed solidly on either of their backs (though, if she were to tell him the truth, she would place all of the blame on her own winged shoulders), though her ear does twitch curiously at his final statement. She allows herself the gift of unraveling it, if only to keep her mind busy while it strains to worry incessantly, overpoweringly, about Alcinder.
"Again?" Oceane questions, though the inquiry is far from accusatory.
Sochi comes to mind and deposits acid in her stomach. She wonders if the tigress had come to find Castile the day that she had birthed Alcinder in the Forest, though considers it more likely that the woman had simply disappeared into the wilds of Beqanna. She wonders what Castile had thought when he found out the two women learned of each other. The queries lingers on Oceane's lips, fueled by her nosiness, but it's in her mind that the questions stay.
It's not her place, after all.
She and the Dragon King had never discussed the future of their connection.
Castile lowers his great draconic head to her height and takes her command without hesitation or surprise. Yes, he says, when she demands he spills the blood of those she now considers not just Loess', but her own, enemies.
Yes, devoid of uncertainty. Oceane realizes then why he had been so apprehensive to show her the beast that lay within him; she, herself, had told the King of Loess that she was not a Soldier. She was not meant for the battlefield. But here he stands, juxtaposed to her, knowing without a doubt that he can and would (and probably already had) take a life beneath the weight of those great claws, teeth, and sinew. Her breath catches at the thought but instead of fear, she feels invigorated.
That he would do that for their son...
When the beast circles her, creating a massive shield out of the mountain of his body, Oceane moves closer to his reptilian head. She pulls her wings to her sides and lowers her opalescent body to the rocky earth to lay near Castile's orange eye. His apology, while appreciated, is unexpected ─ it loosens the tense muscles at her shoulders and turns her distraught face into something more forgiving. "Having a child with a well-known King is not free of its own unique dangers," she says by way of dismissal. Alcinder's disappearance cannot be placed solidly on either of their backs (though, if she were to tell him the truth, she would place all of the blame on her own winged shoulders), though her ear does twitch curiously at his final statement. She allows herself the gift of unraveling it, if only to keep her mind busy while it strains to worry incessantly, overpoweringly, about Alcinder.
"Again?" Oceane questions, though the inquiry is far from accusatory.
Sochi comes to mind and deposits acid in her stomach. She wonders if the tigress had come to find Castile the day that she had birthed Alcinder in the Forest, though considers it more likely that the woman had simply disappeared into the wilds of Beqanna. She wonders what Castile had thought when he found out the two women learned of each other. The queries lingers on Oceane's lips, fueled by her nosiness, but it's in her mind that the questions stay.
It's not her place, after all.
She and the Dragon King had never discussed the future of their connection.
""@[Castile]""
Hath in her veins, to beat and run,
the glad indomitable sea,
the strong white sun
the glad indomitable sea,
the strong white sun
i must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by
and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by