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 Forest’s 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.


please dont die before ive said my goodbyes


Tiresias was trying very hard to understand exactly what Castiel was saying. But all of the words that tumbled from between his lips seem to be jumbled and confused. It wasn't that the words were being stuttered, it wasn't that Castiel had a speech impediment. But rather it seemed that his mind was muddled. The two wolves did not know each other particularly well… This was only their second meeting. And really this was the first time that they had had an actual intelligent conversation. But unless something has significantly changed… Tiresias had not ever gotten the feeling from Castiel that he was crazy, not before now. When Castiel had helped him save Eerie from the pull of the lake, he had seemed very sane… But now? He was talking… Well… Crazy. The things he were saying just was not possible. But the most curious part of it all was that Castiel seemed to know that. Or rather, not seemed. He literally said that he knew how crazy it sounded. Why then, was Castiel having so much difficulty seeing that it was actually crazy? And then he was talking about… Voices inside of his head? It did not make sense… None of it did.

"Castiel... I… I understand that what you're saying is what you believe. And I believe that is what you believe… And I'm glad that you know exactly how crazy you sound… And that's OK. Everyone deals with loss differently. I abandoned my family to live with my adoptive mother instead of staying with my siblings and my father. And now? Now I'm a hermit on a beach in the middle of fucking nowhere when I could be ruling in a land far away. Am I all right in the head? No, not entirely. Everything that happens to you changes you and affects you, and after you see certain things, you will never be the same. And so, it's OK for you to be hurting." He paused, not sure if he was saying the right things to get through to Castile. He did not want the other to think that he was judging him, or that he thought any less of him, because he didn't. His adopted mother had been bat shit crazy after all, and he had never faulted her for that. She had just been so used and abused by kalak society that all she had left was not all right. "As for the color of your eyes… I cannot give you a good exclamation. Mostly that is because the idea of color is completely lost on me. I was born blind and have never been able to see… I know that was a little redundant but I wanted to make sure that you understand that. I cannot understand at all what color means… Nor do I have any idea what color your eyes were, or are now. But maybe there is a disease that changes the Color of your eyes. I know that some babies are apparently born with blue eyes and they turned colors as they age. Maybe it was something like that? I can't give you all of the answers, but really Castiel it is okay not to have them."

Castiel had started talking again, this time going on about his death. Tiresias inhale deeply and hold the breath, his mind working on overdrive to try to understand and figure out a logical exclamation for everything that was being said. The so-called vampires were probably cannibals, or else wise starving wolves who had no other option. He had already given his most likely reason for the eye change, but death? How could he reason away that? He bit his lip before slowly trying to reason with Castiel again. "You probably did not actually die. I'm glad that you understand that that is not actually possible. Or rather, I suppose it is better to say not probable. I have heard tales from my mother of wolves who are kept on the brink of death during torture and I revived with some sort of compression to the chest. But if no one did that to you, it is more likely that you just got very sick. You were likely Mel nourished and probably hallucinated. As for the gods… Gods need no exclamation. I have accepted that the land has shifted irreversibly, and the power of Tor and Fenris is the only logical explanation for that. That I can accept, because gods are real. But your death and rebirth? I'm sorry, but I can only see that as being metaphorical. I hope one day you can come to see that, come to believe that." Tiresias step toward Castiel and nuzzled him, his touch hesitantly probing at first as he did not know exactly where he was touching. He worked his way toward Castiel's shoulder and then pushed their gently, hoping to be supportive. He stood there a moment, his mind still trying to work-perhaps Castiel had an overactive imagination. Tiresias have never played games when he was a pop, not ones that involved imagination at least. But he had heard about it… Maybe that's what this was?

Castiel had offered to spend time with Tiresias, to keep him company. The wink that the grey wolf sent his way went unnoticed-after all, he could not see facial expressions. But he could hear the change in intonation, the dip in timber. Though both his blood parents and his adoptive mother had always taught him not to trust others, he found himself trusting Castiel. And so he had told him the truth about his family, about those seeking to take the throne from him. Castiel was having difficulty understanding the way that Kalak society ran… Not understanding why one of Tiresias' could not take the throne for him. It just was not the way that it ran. But it was a complicated world, and so Tiresias merely shrugged. How could you explain that one of his siblings would never be allowed to take the throne, unless they forcibly took it and killed Tiresias in the process? It sounded crazy, it sounded cruel and distractive, but that was their way. And Tiresias he did it. He was relieved when Castiel brought up his own past, and was glad that the trust seemed to go both ways. But the same time, he was sad that Castiel have brought up such painful memories - he could feel the flinch, hear the slight wrestling of hairs as the other contracted slightly, tensing all of his muscles. "You have no need to apologize to me. If anything, I am glad that you feel pain right now. Not because I am glad that you were in pain, but because it means that you can still feel. That you've not close yourself off to the world at large. I know you must want to do that in order to save yourself from the agony, but the pain is what lets you know that you were still alive. The pain is what proves to you that it meant something. As much as it sucks, pain is actually a good thing." Tiresias could feel Castiel move closer to him, and he smiled, stepping forward the extra one step closer distance so that they touched once more. He hoped that he could come for the other and that someday, Castiel could find peace with himself.

||Tiresias||Teenager||Cold Summers Lost Heir of Faraway||Son of a Broken Home||Azura||


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