01-08-2020, 09:32 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
A need for truth pressures him from the confines of Loess into a world once lost to him.
This was his home once, his passion, and his sanity. Nerine provided him life and protection; it was his happiness for years, but then it all fell away. Loess captured him, fascinated him. In that same breath, Heartfire helped to create a wedge that prevented the same comfort to extend into the kingdom. No longer was he welcomed with open arms as a pseudo-nephew.
But things can change so quickly, thus the reason why he soars into the familiar coastal land – or, at least, toward it.
Time slipped through his talons when he soared in his draconic form, high above the clouds where he wasn’t seen by curious eyes. Each buffeting sweep of his wings brought him so much closer to his childhood where life was much simpler and quieter. The trek wasn’t as time consuming in this form, but it still took a while, but at least it was not yet nightfall.
Castile’s body contorts among the clouds as he shrinks down and returns to his natural body. Hair sprouts and his teeth dull prior to a gradual and winding descent that places him at the southern border of the kingdom. A wintry gale kisses him, almost welcoming him back after so many years of his absence. A feeble grin crawls to the edges of his mouth but quickly dissipates as his eyes lift from the rocky soil toward the horizon where he knows rests the cliffs and coastal caverns where he was born, memories rising to the fore front of his mind.
Amid his observations, he cannot help to notice the fading of Heartfire's scent.
This was his home once, his passion, and his sanity. Nerine provided him life and protection; it was his happiness for years, but then it all fell away. Loess captured him, fascinated him. In that same breath, Heartfire helped to create a wedge that prevented the same comfort to extend into the kingdom. No longer was he welcomed with open arms as a pseudo-nephew.
But things can change so quickly, thus the reason why he soars into the familiar coastal land – or, at least, toward it.
Time slipped through his talons when he soared in his draconic form, high above the clouds where he wasn’t seen by curious eyes. Each buffeting sweep of his wings brought him so much closer to his childhood where life was much simpler and quieter. The trek wasn’t as time consuming in this form, but it still took a while, but at least it was not yet nightfall.
Castile’s body contorts among the clouds as he shrinks down and returns to his natural body. Hair sprouts and his teeth dull prior to a gradual and winding descent that places him at the southern border of the kingdom. A wintry gale kisses him, almost welcoming him back after so many years of his absence. A feeble grin crawls to the edges of his mouth but quickly dissipates as his eyes lift from the rocky soil toward the horizon where he knows rests the cliffs and coastal caverns where he was born, memories rising to the fore front of his mind.
Amid his observations, he cannot help to notice the fading of Heartfire's scent.
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