At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on October 9, 2017 at 00:28:24 AM by castiel
i'll be your protector __________________________________________ Clearly the words that were coming from his mouth made no utter sense, because even for himself to hear it come out was making him want to never speak again. The ex-prince had lost his mind, or maybe he was still losing it? He couldn’t really tell at this point. Looking at Tiresias he knew that the boy could not see him, nor have ever seen him before the changes, so what use was it to him to try an explain all this. Why couldn’t he just shut up? Tiresias clearly thought he was just lost in a frightful fit of grief over what had happened to him while he was gone. Maybe it was the mania and depression finally coming together and taking over his mind… but then Castiel remembered the feeling of his own claws ripping into his skull and tearing away the golden visionaries and taking his own life in the process. He had wanted to scream in agony, but whatever voice he had had left with the wind. Voiceless, blind, and dead. What wolf could say this had happened to them? Only him? Had his brother gone through this transformation? If not just them, then who else? What about the evil creatures that roamed through the dark, what had they suffered through? All of these questions kept piling up in his mind, realizing that as he heard the words Tiresias spoke to him, he did not really comprehend them. Replaying it through his mind, he almost wished he had remained oblivious to the misunderstanding Tiresias was having with his condition. Castiel sighed quietly, knowing now he ought to have kept his mouth shut. Tiresias had not needed to hear the craziness that now consumed Cas’ life, he had enough on his own plate. He had wolves trying to kill him for a throne he had never touched in his life in a place he had never been nor would ever see. What Tiresias now said to him only proved his point… 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. The repetition of his blindness was not lost of Castiel, and he felt as though he was pup being reprimanded for not understanding something the first time. He understood that Tiresias couldn’t see his predicament, but Castiel had no way of knowing how to explain it without pointing out the obvious change in color. The blind couldn’t understand color, but the wolf with sight could not understand how to describe without using what he saw. Color couldn’t be felt. The anatomy of his eyes had not changed, not the texture of his pelt. And Tiresias wouldn’t have known what he felt like before even if Castiel’s pelt had done more than darken. Nothing seemed to be working, all he was doing was making Tiresias think he had lost his mind. Maybe he had. At this point Castiel wouldn’t have minded. The concentration that built over the kalak’s face told Castiel he was doing no good, he had absolutely undone any thread of confidence that Tiresias had had in him as a wolf. Tiresias believed that the land had changed by the will of the gods, but past that anything that he was saying was absolutely illogical. The steely grey wolf just nodded his head weakly as Tiresias finished talking, just telling himself that there was no point in saying anything further, lest he actually drive the other brute away, which was the last thing he wanted to do. A soft sigh left his mouth, the gentle pressure of the other wolf at his shoulder let him relax ever so slightly leaning just enough to create a large breadth of skin to skin. Their conversation switched steadily back to Tiresias and that allowed Castiel to distance himself from all that had spilled from his mouth. And sure he was confused about the way kalak society worked, but it was not nearly as crazy as what he had said. Every culture and group of wolves ran a different way. His old pack, where his brother still was, was very different from the many pack wolves he had come across in his travels and even more so from the pack their father had left to take over. Though he had never actually made it there, he had heard things. Even Merlo… Castiel’s mind became devoid of thought as he tried to flinch away from the darkness that was creeping up through his soul once more. The black tendrils crept silently, coldly from the walls of his heart once more. He felt himself numbing to the mental pain that was being inflicted on him. The young brute hardly heard the words of his companion, and as hard as he tried to focus on them, they were blurred and lost among the blackness. Tears started to well up in his glacial pools, only they did not freeze there. They threatened to spill and he wanted desperately to keep them at bay, but as Tiresias met him in stride and their bodies touched once more a tear spilled from his orbs and splashed against the other’s shoulder. Without thinking, Castiel quickly licked away the tear and let himself burrow closer to Tiresias. He could feel the warmth of the embers once more, underneath the heavy coldness that had set in. I know you say not to apologize, but I have dumped a lot on you and really I have only just truly met you. I must really seem as though I don’t have my life together, which in essence isn’t far from the truth of the situation. Although that isn’t much of an excuse for all that I have just said. He sucked in a breath and sighed heavily, his breath ruffling the hairs along Tiresias’ shoulder and nape. Castiel turned his body around so he lined up shoulder to shoulder with Tiresias, the length of his body hairs just barely mingling with the reds and blacks that decorated Tiresias’ coat. His eyes stared out across the ocean, watching the lap of the waves on the beach. Do you have anywhere that you call home any longer? A pack or place that you stay consistently? Castiel wasn’t exactly sure where these questions had come from, but he knew that as the day moved on and night approached he did not want himself or Tiresias out in the open or in easy range of a vampire that might be strolling the night. Not that he spoke these concerns aloud to Tiresias, it really felt like a second instinct to be on alert for the creatures that sucked away life. __________________________________________ i'll be your guardian angel ~ Castiel ~ Brother to Vladimir ~ Lost Heir ~ Haunted ~ Alesana ~ |
Replies:
- please don’t die before I’ve said my goodbyes - By Tiresias October 10, 2017 at 03:02:00 PM
i'll watch over you - By castiel October 16, 2017 at 02:05:21 AM
please don’t die before I’ve said my goodbyes - By Tiresias October 25, 2017 at 00:58:18 AM
i'll watch over you - By castiel November 4, 2017 at 06:44:06 PM
please don’t die before I’ve said my goodbyes - By Tiresias November 10, 2017 at 00:42:02 AM
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