Breckin, Heartfire, Leilan, Anyone;

[Castile]

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

Sabra is awakening.
She isn’t dead after all. Does that make his crime better or worse?

His thoughts and emotions are turbulent, whirling feverishly in the confines of his mind as he soars from the lonely outcropping of rock in the ocean to the mainland. It would only be a moment, he thought, as he glanced over his shoulder at Sabra’s resting body before taking flight. Amid the clouds, hidden from view, his entire body shifts back into a horse. His elongated tail and snout retract, his claws receding into dull, cracked hooves. The only draconic semblance that remains are his wings as they powerfully carry him forward until he is at a point in which he can swiftly descend, spiraling down. In the sky, he is graceful and seeming aloof, but upon touching down, his expression reads something far darker.

”I killed him,” he scathes, ”I fucking killed him.” His lungs are screaming for more air, but Castile is pacing, his seething anger and distress beginning to ripple his appearance. There are scales, slit eyes, spines climbing down his back, and then there is suddenly nothing. He looks at those nearby as though expecting reactions to generate opinions of what transpired. Will he be cast out of Nerine, or still accepted? Will this provoke a war or inter-kingdom tensions?

(It doesn’t matter)
It does.
(We are what we are…)
We… We...

Castile’s eyes are ablaze, still furious and everything still seeming so fresh. Sabra’s limp body flashes across the back of his eyelids when he blinks. ”And I would do it again,” his voice is frigid as he resumes pacing, his tail whipping back and forth agitatedly. ”What he did to Sabra… my Sabra…” his heart crumbled when he witnessed the travesty, his mind losing itself. It was an attack on his own family, indirectly to him – his mind races with this idea, running away from him for a split moment before he snorts and stares at them all, his expression hooded and dangerous.

”He deserved a worse death… he deserved so much worse.”

castile