01-08-2019, 09:53 PM
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
a hollowed out form, the skeleton of a ghost, the pitiful echo of what once was
There had been whispers regarding a congregation on the southern island that piqued Castile’s intrigue. He embraced the opportunity, despite the fatigue still poisoning his muscles and bones, and brought along Gilt. The boy was clutched gingerly in his claws throughout the trip, but since arriving, has been freed and let loose to roam. Much like Reia, Gilt is a predator as is being raised as such.
Embrace what you are.
You are a predator.
Don’t blend in when you can stand out.
Underneath the shade of a palm tree Castile reflects on watching Gilt consume the deer carcass with such vigor. It spurred a proud smile as the reptilian head dipped into the loins of the corpse only to retract stained with blood and a broad, toothy grin. The boy is another reason for Castile to live, to gather himself and grasp onto whatever life he needs to lead. He is a reminder that the nomadic lifestyle needs to end.
During the brief time here, Castile has been scrutinizing the island and taking a keen interest. It would have been obvious, his intentions, had he not stopped to idly stand in the forest of palms and watch the influx of arrivals. Sochi is one of them. She emerges from the tide as a feline and practices her natural grace as she stalks onto the dry sand. A mild fascination gleams in his mismatched eyes as he watches and waits until her body bends and contorts until she is once again a horse. A jagged smile peels back his lips as Castile looms toward her like a shadow, stopping only when his muzzle is just barely able to brush across her shoulder. ”Fancy seeing you here,” he doesn’t ask about Reia, about their daughter. He already knows that she is as fierce as her mother. ”Welcome,” a brow lifts as he masks how much he actually missed her and craved the curves of her body.
Embrace what you are.
You are a predator.
Don’t blend in when you can stand out.
Underneath the shade of a palm tree Castile reflects on watching Gilt consume the deer carcass with such vigor. It spurred a proud smile as the reptilian head dipped into the loins of the corpse only to retract stained with blood and a broad, toothy grin. The boy is another reason for Castile to live, to gather himself and grasp onto whatever life he needs to lead. He is a reminder that the nomadic lifestyle needs to end.
During the brief time here, Castile has been scrutinizing the island and taking a keen interest. It would have been obvious, his intentions, had he not stopped to idly stand in the forest of palms and watch the influx of arrivals. Sochi is one of them. She emerges from the tide as a feline and practices her natural grace as she stalks onto the dry sand. A mild fascination gleams in his mismatched eyes as he watches and waits until her body bends and contorts until she is once again a horse. A jagged smile peels back his lips as Castile looms toward her like a shadow, stopping only when his muzzle is just barely able to brush across her shoulder. ”Fancy seeing you here,” he doesn’t ask about Reia, about their daughter. He already knows that she is as fierce as her mother. ”Welcome,” a brow lifts as he masks how much he actually missed her and craved the curves of her body.
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