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 [tiresias]

i'll be your protector
The progression of time during the spring and summer season had been too quick. It had abated before the lost prince could seem to enjoy the warmth and ease of life it had brought to him and Tiresias. The two companions had ceaselessly spent their days wandering the shores together and sometimes apart, but regardless they would always return each night to their den. On occasion Castiel had found himself lonesome though and on those nights, minutes seemed to stretch beyond the hour as he sat there patiently waiting for his friend to return. Those were nights filled with restless, shifting fits of sleep only because he had to make sure that Tiresias returned home… to him. Although he never wanted to admit that that was what he truly thought. It was not just the den that Tiresias came back to, it was also him. The silvery hued hessian never left the premise of their home unless he was trailing alongside his lengthy stilted companion. Castiel was not unadventurous by any means, but something held him here. Whether it was fear of facing what lay on the other side of the sandy slopes, like his brother Vladimir or the fact that he feared leaving Tiresias by himself. All thoughts aside Castiel still had not left the borders of this seaside abode, instead he waited ever patiently for the return of Reece.

And sometimes he tried to test the limits of his magic bonds.

Castiel had slowly grown used to that inherent current of magic that imbued his body, but still he tested the limits of it. Spring and Summer had afforded him a more comfortable setting to do so, and with Reece wandering farther and farther Castiel tried casting out to find him every now and then. There was never emotion attached these vague connections, but still it comforted Castiel to have some sense of his companions whereabouts. But even this eventually reached a seeming stopping point for Castiel, as he could no longer find any changes or new occurrences with each new breach or test of power. So instead he had to start actually filling his days with activity. Most of it was maintaining a steady flow of prey and food for them and then there was his daily training. Castiel knew that he was reaching the ends of his growth phases and so now it was growing what musculature and strength that he had naturally inherited from his father’s genetics. Although Castiel would never quite be the brute that his brother had always been; he had always been leaner which had translated to lanky and skinny as a young pup transitioning into adolescence. But now, the prince was fully fledged and had grown into those limber limbs adding a touch of grace to his movement. Although nothing compared to that of Tiresias, whose movements never ceased to amaze him. Agility and elegance flowed effortlessly from his strides, even on the ever shifting sands.

Soft snores echoed out from beneath closed lips, broken only by the occasional slip of a pink tongue to clean away the remnants of lunch that had clung to the furs around his maw. And behind closed charcoal lids, glacial pools of liquid flicked back and forth revealing the dreamer’s activity. Slow motion replays of the hunt painted the backs of his lids, but instead of returning the shores alone, there was a shadow of another wolf treading in his periphery vision. He was not threatened by this presence, but rather he took comfort in it. Castiel had taken up residence directly on the shore, basking in the warmth of the sun. And that shadow joined him, curled close by. So close that Castiel had taken liberty in draping his own limbs around the figure, his active conscious still unsure of who this being truly was. In reality there was only two wolves who he had ever felt close to this comfortable with. One was dead though… Merlo. Castiel whimpered quietly in his sleep, wishing it not to be one of his torturous dreams that he had painfully lived through for so long. It was only on occasion that rose up now, and it was usually in the absence of Tiresias, like now. But on the flipside it could be Tiresias that was curled up with him, in his dream, but still Castiel tried to revolt away from that thought because he knew that he would never have that chance with him. Regardless of the ties that he felt to Tiresias, it would remain purely friendship. Right?

Regardless, the dream shifted frame and suddenly the scene became a familiar one. It was a breezy, summer day. A plateau of grasslands sprawled out before his visionaries and not far beyond was a young buck, lagging behind his herd. Instinctively they both took their places, and it played just as it had many times before, just as Castiel knew it would against all odds. He was first to attack, but rather than feeling and hearing the satisfying crunch of the bone in the buck’s leg, he felt and heard the deafening crack of his own ribs within his body. A small yelp echoed out from his lips as his body crashed to the earth in a heap of pain. Glacial pools flickered up seeing the shadow emerge and all he could feel was the horror at who he saw running for him. Tiresias’ charcoal coated limbs bounded effortlessly, but strained to reach him fast enough. Those verdant orbs staring blindly into his own oceans, a silent scream ravaged the small amount of air from his lungs leaving him breathless and mute. Unable to move, he watched as the buck swung around and pierce the soft flesh of Tiresias’ abdomen. Flung to an indeterminate distance, but still Castiel took his revenge before racing to his friend’s side. He watched as the life seemed to face from the lampent emeralds, but now tears gushed from his ducts, leaving wide stains of salty rain down his cheeks…

Castiel woke with a start, his breath heaving in and out of his chest. Unwilling to close his eyes, Castiel searched for visible signs of Tiresias, before feeling for any sense of him. A soft bubbling warmth filled his chest, calming him momentarily… Tiresias! The lad called out, his vocals echoing across the beach. An autumn breeze sending a chill down his spine as it rushed over him.

i'll be your guardian angel

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

Table Credit to Morgin <3


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