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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If there had been a time in his life that no one was paying attention to him, it was now. Although Tiresias could not see Castiel, he figured that he would have been able to feel the drastic change in stature in Cas, but he had gotten caught up in his own thoughts. And the young steel titan wondered what exactly had crossed over his mind, what was he feeling? Cas had a vague sense, but he mostly gauged from the looks and lack of focus in Tiresiasí gaze. They both seemed to focus once more on each other at the same time, Tiresiasí evergreen forests focused on Cas, who stared likewise back into the forested depths. And even though Tiresias couldnít see the glacial glass oceans that stared back at him, it wouldnít be hard to get that feeling of being watched. Cas spilled out the contents of his mind, or whatever information had been put there by those mysterious voices. And the more he heard himself, the crazier he knew he sounded. He almost wanted to hit himself for how crazy he sounded, but looking around him he knew that there was no doubt of the magic that had infiltrated the land. Let alone the ebb of magic that now pumped through his veins, there was no mistaking the change in his eyes or the darkness that coated him now.

The young kalak furrowed his brow, and the small gulp of his throat was enough to make Castiel want to stop. He didnít want to scare Tiresias, rather quite the opposite, but he wasnít doing a very good job at the moment. It was no surprise to hear the questions that came out of Tiresiasí mouth, hell Castiel had asked himself the same. I wish I knew how to explain this without sounding as if Iíve lost my godforsaken mind TiresiasÖ I just know. When I died I heard things I didnít understand, but somehow when I woke, I understood enough and I saw the way I had changed. I canít deny itÖ I used to have eyes that were honey colored with blue flecks, and now my eyes are an electrified ocean blue. Thatís not normal. I know Iím not normal, not anymore. I only know what the voices told me. Castiel laughed awkwardly when he finished, knowing how absolutely insane he sounded. Wolves donít die and come back to life TiresiasÖ and thatís exactly what happened to me. And I donít know how to explain it other than magic of the gods. Castiel dropped his head, waiting for the other to run away from his craziness instead of listening to him talk more than he already did.

Ears perked back up when he heard Tiresias start to talk again. The other boy didnít understand why Castiel would offer such a thing, and honestly Castiel didnít know either, but somehow he knew that he would do anything for Tiresias. He would give his life without question and somehow this just seemed second nature to him now. The protector within Castiel wanted nothing more than Tiresias to remain safe, and logically Castiel told himself that it was just his whacked out emotions. Castiel kept the idea of a soul mate as far from his mind as possible. He couldnít let himself love, not now, but that wouldnít stop him from helping Tiresias in any way. Castiel told himself he was doing it because it was the good thing to do. And the small, albeit crooked smile that crossed over Tiresiasí features made Castiel positive that he was doing something right. I realize that I must seem terribly busyÖ With all of myÖ Busywork I'm doing right this instant. But really, I have all the free time in the world. Castiel chuckled, Well, if youíll let me your highness, Iíd love to keep your company. Castiel winked playfully, In all seriousness though, I wouldnít mind it. Castiel intoned this much more quietly, as he leaned in once more to Tiresias.

He felt the slight jolt of young kalak, from what he couldnít exactly decipher but more than anything Castiel felt the warmth of touch and the way it fanned at the embers of his heartógently and with compassion. As he broke away, the cold wind that rolled off the ocean blew away the remaining heat, but those small embers still gently warmed him. Cas listened intently as Tiresias answered his question diligently. He was the heir to a throne in a land far away from here, just as Castiel had once been an hier to a throne here not that he really cared to go back and find what had become of his old home. It used to be that his old pack had backed up to the lake, but now that border could be anywhere. He could right next to it or miles away from it. Not that he cared to know or look. Castiel wasnít entirely sure how to respond to this information about Tiresias, but everyone had their own past, just as he did. Well I donít want it ever to be the reality that they stop because you have truly died. And I know you wonít hold me to it, but it doesnít mean I donít take it seriously that I will always try to be there to save you if someone tries to take your life. I donít understand why none of your siblings take the throne for you, then again the one time I had once been an heir, the throne was to be shared between my brother and I. But after my father and mother left, putting my half brother Aindreas in charge I couldnít stay so I ran away. Castiel sighed heavily, the memories of his travels and more than anything Merlo, flashed in the forefront of his mind. Right before he relived Merís death he closed his eyes sharply and winced, trying hard to block out the redness that wanted to crowd his vision.

Sorry. Castiel whispered quietly, not knowing whether Tiresias had even felt the shift of his demeanor and body. He leaned in again to Tiresias, but stopped just shy, not knowing if it was really okay for him to be this close or whether the other male even wanted to have him this close. Yet he couldnít make himself pull away, so instead he hovered there his breath unsteady.
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i'll be your guardian angel

~ Castiel ~ Brother to Vladimir ~ Lost Heir ~ Haunted ~ Alesana ~

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