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.


i'll watch over you

i'll be your protector
Castiel understood that there really was no way to truly know if his brother hated him. And he wouldn’t until he took the chance on returning to Dierne Hrof, which at the moment was understood to be never. Maybe they had taken him for dead and forgot that he existed, but somehow he highly doubted that. When he’d run away Castiel had been more or less prepared for what had come his way and with just a little bit of help from others along the way he had made it as far as he’d wanted to get. All intentions had been to return to his mother and father, but again he had feared their reactions and instead stayed with Merlo. And Castiel wouldn’t have given the world to change those few months. They had been perfect bliss, even before they had become lovers. The friendship between them had run deeper than the ocean that currently lapped at his paws, and that had lent itself to how strong their connection and love had been. For Castiel, there had never really been any need to be surrounded by many wolves so long as he had one really good friend to keep him company. That had been Vladimir at one time, then it had been Merlo for a time, and now it seemed as though Tiresias was going to take that spot.

That’s why it had been no concern to stay with Tiresias on the beach.

If he didn’t stay here, where was he going to go? Who was he going to meet? For most meeting a new wolf was an exciting prospect, but at this time in his life Castiel had been beyond elated to run into an old acquaintance. Castiel was the type to hold his friends close to him because he had had very few in his life. And one was dead now. Merlo’s death had made Castiel cold and hard. The tendrils of blackness that weaved into his heart seemed interminable, and although Tiresias’ presence was helping to fight them off, they still floated around the walls of his heart—a moat of cold, black depths. His heart was left shut off from the warmth and the world’s prying eyes, and though it was safe there from new pain, the old cracks and bruises remained untouched and not healing. Tiresias had been the first to induce any sort of warmth to his heart to heal him of his unyielding pain. In the end, maybe one day, Cas would erase the memories of the past with those of the present. Just like maybe one day he would go home and see his brother, but at this moment this was not something that he wanted to do or seemed possible to do. So instead he offered to stay here with Tiresias.

Castiel watched Tiresias light up with excitement, but a shadow fell over his evergreen optics, like shade in the woods. Just as quickly as it had appeared, Tiresias shook it away and Castiel almost half wondered if it had been a trick of the sun glinting off his eyes at an odd angle. The offer that Castiel had made was purely for kinship, because even though he was preferential to males, at this moment those sorts of feelings were completely closed off and locked away. And even what signs were showing in him, Castiel ignored them and played them off as nothing. He acted as if they didn’t exist because he was denying himself the chance to love another. Castiel did not want to lose what was left of his broken heart. He was not ready, not yet. Having a wolf start to come close to him, even just as friend, was his first step. Charcoal ears perked at the sound of the young kalak’s voice, listening intently to what he had to say about the land around them. Tiresias had been living here longer than Castiel and so he knew more on that basis alone, although it would not take Castiel long to familiarize himself with the lay of the beach that they were staying on. Castiel’s glacial pools watched Tiresias carefully listening with a keen ear, although the mention of a wolf potentially looking to hurt Tiresias made a the young charcoal layered brute want to growl. Cas scanned the area looking for this potential threat, although he saw no sign of anyone but them. Ears flicked back to listen once more, catching the last bit of the speech before it was his turn to reply.

You would not be putting me in harms way Tiresias. I was trained by my father before he left, and I had my fair share of practice in my travels. There would no shortage of food, as long as I am able to work on my fishing skills. Castiel joked lightly about the fishing. Most everyone in his family hated it, except his mother. He was not akin to the taste, but food was food. You would have to show me how to grow a garden, I never learned from my mother although I vaguely remember her keeping one outside the den. It was filled with mostly herbs and medicinal plants. None of which I know anything about, beyond moss helps to stop bleeding and poppy seed being a good painkiller. Castiel shrugged, his black caped shoulder rubbing up gently against Tiresias. And to address the den, I will stay with you. I can bed near the entrance, so no one thinks there is anyone else past me and should they approach I will be right there. I promise no one will get to you, not the kalak from your homeland or anyone who attempts to hurt you. And I’d love to spar although I don’t want to hurt you. It seemed childish to say, but Castiel had never sparred with a blind wolf and he had no idea what Tiresias’ skills were in fighting. And he truly did not want to hurt Tiresias, even if on accident. Do you know where the caves are? We could go ahead and pick one that’s large enough for the two of us. Castiel looked to Tiresias, his glacial pools watching the wind shift through the soft crimson and onyx cape.

i'll be your guardian angel

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

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