04-19-2019, 01:30 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 is venom spiraling in their voices, fueling their rage.
Castile watches, more closely now, and inclines his head toward Wolfbane. His homecoming is bitter, it seems, but the reasons are far beyond Castile. There is a history lurking underneath all of this, and somewhere – somehow – everything went awry.
”Interesting,” he waited a hearts breadth before saying anything, his voice low and contemplative as his mismatched eyes slide coolly toward the serpent, expecting a rebuttal. Surely, it comes with haste with a comment that Castile nearly joins in chuckling. A canary and an asp, they say, and with a dragon as the mediator. What a sight, indeed.
Even as the banter continues beneath the hot, summer sun, Castile remains more or less contained within his own thoughts as he weighs the situation. It would perhaps be unwise to admit Vulgaris’ absence since his descent. It work add gasoline to the fire that is already ablaze. Wolfbane would sink his teeth into the information, infect it and let it fester among their numbers. Truthfully, Castile wants to know more. His mind craves for their dispute, to know what unsettled Loess’ former balance.
Alas, the time for that isn’t now when their bodies are already combatively prepared.
Unable to contain himself, a low, half-hearted chuckle slips past his lopsided grin toward Vulgaris. ”I would,” he begins as his thoughts imagine the damage Vulgaris could inflict, ”if he weren’t family.” Distantly, yes, but still a figure in his life that has some amount of protection. It would be wrong of him to dispose of Lepis’ heart. Shifting his weight and lifting a brow, Castile considers the both of them with piqued intrigue. ”I think a challenge sounds marvelous,” a mischievous grin smears across his face and brightens his eyes as they flicker back and forth. ”I would like to see this, and open it up for anyone that wants to be Champion.”
He can set the stage.
Let there be blood.
Castile watches, more closely now, and inclines his head toward Wolfbane. His homecoming is bitter, it seems, but the reasons are far beyond Castile. There is a history lurking underneath all of this, and somewhere – somehow – everything went awry.
”Interesting,” he waited a hearts breadth before saying anything, his voice low and contemplative as his mismatched eyes slide coolly toward the serpent, expecting a rebuttal. Surely, it comes with haste with a comment that Castile nearly joins in chuckling. A canary and an asp, they say, and with a dragon as the mediator. What a sight, indeed.
Even as the banter continues beneath the hot, summer sun, Castile remains more or less contained within his own thoughts as he weighs the situation. It would perhaps be unwise to admit Vulgaris’ absence since his descent. It work add gasoline to the fire that is already ablaze. Wolfbane would sink his teeth into the information, infect it and let it fester among their numbers. Truthfully, Castile wants to know more. His mind craves for their dispute, to know what unsettled Loess’ former balance.
Alas, the time for that isn’t now when their bodies are already combatively prepared.
Unable to contain himself, a low, half-hearted chuckle slips past his lopsided grin toward Vulgaris. ”I would,” he begins as his thoughts imagine the damage Vulgaris could inflict, ”if he weren’t family.” Distantly, yes, but still a figure in his life that has some amount of protection. It would be wrong of him to dispose of Lepis’ heart. Shifting his weight and lifting a brow, Castile considers the both of them with piqued intrigue. ”I think a challenge sounds marvelous,” a mischievous grin smears across his face and brightens his eyes as they flicker back and forth. ”I would like to see this, and open it up for anyone that wants to be Champion.”
He can set the stage.
Let there be blood.
castile
@[vulgaris] @[Wolfbane]