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Sochi; - Castile - 01-28-2019 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
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. ![]() castile @[Sochi] RE: Sochi; - sochi - 01-29-2019 Sochi ![]() darling, you're wild-eyed, empty, and tongue-tied Her irritation at the meeting has not easily bled from her. playing the slow rooms, howling at half moons @[Castile] RE: Sochi; - Castile - 01-31-2019 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
Admittedly, he loves how she takes his side with the same predatory perception. Growls, primal in nature, vibrate through their cores and Reia tries to join in. Hers, of course, doesn’t rattle so deeply, but her lips curl to expose her jagged teeth nonetheless, conveying her disdain as well. Castile regards her with a gentle bump of his shoulder against her while his eyes brighten seeing the blue flames tracing down her crest. She is a perfect rendition of their passionate – perhaps almost dangerous – coupling. It’s for her, for his children, that he wants to seize the island. He doesn’t bend a knee, not anymore. A decade of being submissive has chiseled him away and revealed something far superior and stubborn. His eyes are narrowed as fire burns through his veins. Palm trees reach out to them and groan with a tropical breeze. The isolation of an island is alluring and it holds his interest despite the onlookers boasting their opposition. ”They wouldn’t stay,” he replies as they sour his thoughts, his voice throaty and distant. ”If,” and he lingers on the word thoughtfully, ”I keep the Resort, they will be gone. I went against my nature to compromise, and they stomped on it. So, they can drown in the tide if this becomes mine.” Reia peers up at him, taken aback by his proclamation, but she says nothing. She witnessed the outbreak, but she also saw the blood on father’s lips (we are hunters, what do they expect?). Smoke coils from her nostrils amid her silence, her eyes darting to mother to watch her reactions. Sochi, just as agitated, maintains a composure that Reia attempts to mirror until father speaks again, his voice nearly a growl. ”I won’t tuck my tail. If they keep the Resort, I will give them all.” He pauses as a jagged, malicious grin stretches his lips. ”It is, after all, what they deserve.” Don’t apologize. Don’t bend to anyone. Don’t change your nature for anyone. The words reverberate through him as a wandering glance finds the lapping ocean waves. Memories glide seamlessly across his mind, considering what he is and what he has become. The years have molded him and sharpened him like a dagger. He isn’t the quiet or nonchalant boy anymore. Volatile, dangerous – that’s what he is now except to the family that he is gradually expanding. The mothers, and of course their children, see the tenderness he is capable of, but the opposition sees something so much worse. Deep in thought, Castile’s jaw alternates between clenching and relaxing until his attention slowly drifts back to Sochi, drawn to the gleam in her eye, the languid roll of her shoulders, and the ferocity etched across her pretty face. ”Keep Loess in mind,” he confirms, pushing it to the realm of possibility. Admittedly, he just wants a home to keep his family – a place to have everyone clustered together – so that he may wake in the morning to their company. Amid the chaos and his frustration, Castile traces down Sochi’s face. A lopsided grin breaks the rage and thought smeared across his expression, bringing a sudden softness that hasn’t been seen since arriving here. ”You really are beautiful.” ![]() castile @[Sochi] RE: Sochi; - sochi - 02-02-2019 Sochi ![]() darling, you're wild-eyed, empty, and tongue-tied Once, Sochi had been a joyful, exuberant girl. She had been bright and cheery and loved laughing; she had joked and played. The image of that girl has long since died. It had died everyday as Sochi had died to her true nature. It had curled within her as she had denied herself the joy of her predatory instincts. It had died when she had first accepted that quest from Carnage, regardless of the rage it had stoked in her. It had died when she had killed that mare beneath the water, when she had clawed out her own heart, when she had died on the beach. It had died when her jaws sunk into that poor stallion’s throat. playing the slow rooms, howling at half moons @[Castile] |