• Logout
  • Beqanna

    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    she is indeed the epitome of love and sacrifice; Castile
    #1
    The dead middle of winter is always the hardest. The snow falls and drifts across Taiga's land. The trees stopping some of winters chaos, the snow piles hard and tall against the boarder of trees while the only place to seek shelter is in the hidden dens tucked away deep inside Taiga's woods. 

    The buckskins coat had thickened quite a bit in the last few weeks, preparing for the biting cold that was to come, it had made the scar across her muzzle almost invisible. Her eyes were bright and alert as the cold of the morning bit at her ears. She had set out to find the sorrel stallion from the takeover, the stallion who Owin had disclosed to her was truely Castile. 

    As her her legs sank into the deep snow, the top layer cracking as she went, she began a brisk patrol of the borders. Owin had informed her that he often sensed the man's mind wandering said borders and maybe today she would be lucky enough to chance upon him. Owin was not with her, he was off on his own patrol on the opposite side near Nerine and Hyaline. She smiled at how thoughtful her son had grown to be, knowing full well he had given her the side of Taiga that would eventually warm up a bit the closer she got to Tephra and Sylva. Sometimes the volcanoes heat would carry on the wind current and warm the air just enough that the chill didn't soak to her bones.

    It doesn't take her long to find him. The snow had become softer and easier to navigate. It was a relief to feel her ears start to thaw out as she pushed forward at a quick pace. Though her and Lilliana had had conversations prior to her being stolen, ones of which included Castile. She was still weary as to why the man felt he needed to disguise himself as someone he wasn't... and what his fascination with Nash was, she quickly reminded herself.

    Her amethyst eyes were welcoming as she called out to the stallion, as to not startle him, but her face was serious. She let her voice drop quietly in the open, something about the dead of winter always seemed to make the vibrations in the natural world quiet and everything else seemed louder. Why have you come to Taiga as someone who you are not? she asks in a brisk whisper.
    forget me not; but never remember
    Lethy


    @[Castile] ooc: hoping this can be the official thread where she asks Castile to join Taiga, for a while at least, and be their champion. (:
    IMG-20190524-092123-677
    Reply


    Messages In This Thread
    she is indeed the epitome of love and sacrifice; Castile - by Izora Lethia - 05-10-2020, 06:47 PM



    Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)