12-04-2019, 11:55 AM
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
And catch her scent, he does.
It isn’t only hers, however, which incites a lick of uncertainty in his thoughts while his eyes dart among the rocky foothills. The reach of his sight extends far and wide while he soars overhead among the low-hanging clouds. Being possessive of her provides an inkling to investigate, but it’s her company that supplies the immediate drive. An added boost of momentum propels him forward with a powerful thrust once his senses have pinpointed their location. Their wanderings lace across the rocky territory, weaving among the cacti toward a welcoming spring.
With precise agility, Castile shifts and descends as a hot summer gale sweeps across his face. With a heavy landing, he finds himself immediately at Oceane’s side with his intense gaze steadied on a drowned memory.
”Ivar,” despite their history, Castile’s voice is a flat drawl accompanied by an expression of mild curiosity. ”Fancy seeing you here with hooves,” his attention briefly flickers down, vividly remembering the fins that most often compliment the tobiano. With a deep breath, he rolls his eyes toward Oceane. Unable to contain the smile spreading across his lips, he inches toward her. ”Hello,” he murmurs quietly while reaching to brush his mouth along the arch of her neck. A smug grin flashes for only Ivar to see before inching a step back. ”Surely, you have good intentions visiting Loess, right, my friend?” A gleam of amusement traces along his features, attempting to deviate the kelpie’s hunger with reiterations of their relationship.
It didn’t protect Isobell but maybe, just maybe, it can protect Oceane.
It isn’t only hers, however, which incites a lick of uncertainty in his thoughts while his eyes dart among the rocky foothills. The reach of his sight extends far and wide while he soars overhead among the low-hanging clouds. Being possessive of her provides an inkling to investigate, but it’s her company that supplies the immediate drive. An added boost of momentum propels him forward with a powerful thrust once his senses have pinpointed their location. Their wanderings lace across the rocky territory, weaving among the cacti toward a welcoming spring.
With precise agility, Castile shifts and descends as a hot summer gale sweeps across his face. With a heavy landing, he finds himself immediately at Oceane’s side with his intense gaze steadied on a drowned memory.
”Ivar,” despite their history, Castile’s voice is a flat drawl accompanied by an expression of mild curiosity. ”Fancy seeing you here with hooves,” his attention briefly flickers down, vividly remembering the fins that most often compliment the tobiano. With a deep breath, he rolls his eyes toward Oceane. Unable to contain the smile spreading across his lips, he inches toward her. ”Hello,” he murmurs quietly while reaching to brush his mouth along the arch of her neck. A smug grin flashes for only Ivar to see before inching a step back. ”Surely, you have good intentions visiting Loess, right, my friend?” A gleam of amusement traces along his features, attempting to deviate the kelpie’s hunger with reiterations of their relationship.
It didn’t protect Isobell but maybe, just maybe, it can protect Oceane.
castile
@[Ivar] @[Oceane]