Where once the southern border of Blossom Forest was made by Leisure Lake, the magical rearrangement of the lands has laid there instead a vast, uncrossable ocean. The shore differs as you travel along it. Tall mountainous cliffs arise on the western part and at one point, the large river that runs through Blossom Forest opens up at its tributary into a well sheltered cove. As you come more eastward, the towering peaks shorten into rocky foothills. A large section of the shore is inaccessible to most, as Uyaraut has claimed it as their own. But if you skirt around their territory, the hills disappear, swallowed up into the land until it is as flat as the eye can see. The vibrant greens dull into short and dry browns and tans, and the land dries and cracks apart until it melds into The Waste - the desert that forms Blossom Forestís easternmost border.

For those looking to hunt here, there are of course the fish within the ocean, along with crabs, seals and urchins. For on the shore, there are seagulls, herons, and ospreys.

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Emeralds roved over the length of Castiel, a certain form of focus he supposed. Which, as he thought longer about that shared memory, he realized that this young titan in front of him was blind. What Castiel took for granted, was something that the maned wolf would never know. The only difference now was that his world had gone from normal, to something of otherworldly. The colors in his eyes were much more vibrant, held depth beyond comparison, and even sometimes, he felt a vague connection the wolves and earth around him. He did not understand it still, what it was that he felt, but somewhere in this land there was something that he was destined to protect. What Castiel still had yet to figure out was that somewhere in this world was his soulmate, the wolf that he would love forever, bonded to eternally. A love so deep in comparison to all heíd ever known, that maybe one day he would one day return back to the kindhearted, fun-loving boy heíd once been. Had someone told him of this possibility, he would have merely laughed, a cold gruff sound. He did not believe in such things, not after what the gods had done to him.

A warm breath, sweet with the young kalakís cologne filled his nares, as he inhaled. He too had not been so close to anyone in moons, a time so long that he had forgotten the warmth that could be attained. A soft flutter in his heart made Castiel blink, a tinge of warmth remained lodged there under the cold, calculated shell he had preserved around his heart. Although Merloís death had quite seemingly removed all love from this steely titan, under some pressure and with the right touch it seemed that maybe, just maybe some of his former heart still remained beating. Faint embers that could still be flamed and brought back to life; by who though?, was the question.

A soft warmth spread over Castielís muzzle, his eyes fluttered closed. The same spark kindled in his heart, although with it came a prick of pain. Reopening his obsidian lids Castiel pulled only ever so slightly away, holding close enough though to feel his companionís breath. As horribly as it hurts, I was always taught that pain lets you know that you were still alive. Whatever is hurting you is no longer here, and whether it is their absence that hurts, or physical affliction that they caused you, there is likely nothing you can do about it now. If it was the prior, you should focus on the good times-after all, if it was someone who was dear to you, and you were dear to them, they would not want for you to sit in agony and mourning. If it was the latter, you have a few choices. If you escape from them, you can hide or you can seek out revenge. Either may work out for you, either may not. Only the gods know our true path, or rather not the path but the endpoint. How you get there is your choice. If there is anything thatÖ I can do to lessen your pain, I would do it. I may not know you well enough to call you a friend, nor you I, you helped me along time ago, so I wish to return the favor. A heartbroken, but faint smile pulled as Casí lips and a small push of air through his lips mimicked a subtle laugh. His memories with Merlo were happy, and although it might have ended long before Castiel had wanted, it did not detract from the happiness he had had. He remembered all the awkward times, the laughter, the joy and the love. All of it. And then it occurred to him, or rather the Kalakís word sunk in, they would not want for you to sit in agony and mourning.

Even if Cas could not have hard proof of Merlo saying something of this sort, because he was now dead, it occurred to the steely titan that through all of their time together Merlo had always wanted Castiel to be happy. Merlo had wanted what was best for Cas, and though this would be a hard concept for Castiel to accept without Merlo to show him so easily, it was a small realization and step in a positive direction. Pinnae swiveled forward once more to hear the young kalak. And Castiel found it so highly ironic and almost unbelievable that even though he was blind, he managed to generalize exactly what had happened to the world. Cas chuckled at the pointed remark that he was terrible at remembering names, but a sudden pit within his stomach opened up when Tiresias mentioned something of being harmed, or sought out to be harmed. Every fiber in his body suddenly, outrageously and without warning was on going defensive. A switch seemed to flip, those small embers burst into revengeful flames and Castiel had to fight all these sense so he did not lose his temper at such a thought. His musculature was tensed till one could have plucked sounds from the tautness of the bands of muscle and yet none of this made sense. This righteous anger had no real reason, or rather there was reason, but it did not match the severity of his reaction.

Why? he asked himself silently, and then once more there were those soft voices in his cranium. They language wasnít clear, but somehow he understood it. Tiresias was his soulmate, the one he was bound to love and protect for all eternity. Castiel pulled away and shook his head at these imaginary voices. There was no such thing and even if there was, how could he deserve anything of the sort. How did he deserve love? You were named after an angel, and I think truly you are one. You helped me in my time of need, you saved another. And even now, at a time in my life when I have no others to call friends or family, you have now miraculously appeared with perfect timing. Angels come in many different appearances, and just because you are not perfect does not mean you have become one of the seraphim, the fallen and doomed angels. Castiel had snapped back to Tiresiasí voice trying to desperately to ignore the ones in his mind.

A rough cough came out of his throat before he spoke because he had so desperately been trying to suppress his unwarranted growls. There is a lot you have touched on that is true in some general thought. This land has been touched by the will of the gods, its former magic had been returned to it and those touched by the old bloodlines have been reverted back to our true selves. Of my bloodline this means I have become a Tempest, a protector, but of what I am unsure of. There is a deep evil rooted here too now, the bedtime story about cannibalistic wolves or blood-suckers that scared pups from leaving den, is true. They are Vampires, wolves that feed on the blood of others. They are Tempests turned evil, from what though I do not know. There is another magical being here, one I donít yet know. But it is hard enough for me to understand my own changes, the sudden change in how I view the world. Or rather how it appears to me. Castiel took a breath and sat down facing Tiresias, omitting the soulmate part because he did not believe it himself. Should you ever need me though, all you must do is call for me. You have my word Tiresias, though might not seem like much to you at this moment. You have helped me take a small step towards finding a piece of me that I lost, and I hold you in high esteem for doing such a thing, even when you really didnít have to. Castiel reached out placed his muzzle against Tiresiasí, that soft warmth slowly seeping once more into his veins. The scent of the young kalak slowly ensnared him, making him want to remain here. Wanting to be with Tiresias, but he tried not to linger long although he did not want the warmth to dissipate. Why would anyone want to bring harm to you Tiresias? I understand little of the Kalak clans, only because we never really had any back in my old pack. You are so young, there really seems no probable reason for such drastic measures to find you.
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~ Castiel ~ Brother to Vladimir ~ Lost Heir ~ Haunted ~ Alesana ~

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