Misty Mountain is opposite of Rainbow Cliff. Mists hover year-round at this high altitude, mistaken by some to be thin clouds. Thin layers of snow cover the mountain, making some areas slippery and hazardous.

Some think it romantic, a place to bring their mates, while others come to play and romp. However, all must agree that there is some level of mystery and spookiness hovering about with the mists...

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i'll watch over you
IP: 24.96.175.152
Posted on June 16, 2018 at 05:29:49 AM by castiel



i'll be your protector
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Lost and incomplete

How was one expected to feel themselves when the very core of who they were was being brought into question. Not as in, could he change it, but rather it questioned his sanity and any emotion that he felt. It pained the silver and ebony robed titan to no end to ponder his relationship with Tiresias. Nothing about it was simple or complete. In one moment they had been together, the tides of passion overcoming them, bringing them together as one. A moment that Castiel would forever remember. In that moment every thought of loss, pain, and their complicated status was erased and all that mattered was the two of them. Together. All boundaries that they thought had existed were gone between them and he couldn’t have cared less in those blissful moment afterwards. The feeling of their bodies to closely intertwined, the heat of their exerted figured collapsed together had been so… magical. Cas had begged the Gods not to let it end, that fiery emblazoned passion that existed within his body and soul had been ignited. It burned so hotly that it almost hurt him, but he didn’t realize how much worse it was going to wound him when Tiresias all but poured the ocean over it, leaving it hardly more than a pile of soaked ash in his chest.

Whether it had truly been to escape the Kalak prince himself or try to outrun the crashing waves of emotion that battered at him, Castiel had run. Run away from their cave, from everything they had just shared together because he couldn’t bear the thought of Tiresias looking at him in shame and abhorrence. Too lost in his own pain, overrun by the seething rage in his tempest soul Castiel had not thought to try to bring sense to Tiresias. What they were was not wrong. It wasn’t immoral! Taboo, surely, but it wasn’t debauchery. It was two wolves who were in… love? Castiel let out a guttural scream of rage. Why did it have to be so hard?!

Every piece of his body just wanted to love Tiresias, but how could he let that spill when he knew his Kalak companion teetered on the edge of desire of absolute hatred each second he seemed to remember what they had done. All the while, somehow, Castiel could no more than look at Tiresias and remember every little thing that had made him slowly fall head of heels for him. He remembered those first days when they had just met, or really met again. Tiresias had thought him crazy, jabbering on about some crazy magic that imbued his soul. A pathetic laugh trembled out of his mouth, he had sounded crazy but now without a doubt he knew that Reece was the only one he could ever be with. Every fiber in his body was inextricably tied to that limber stilted hessian. And would never matter how many hateful words came out of his mouth about being homosexual, that Cas couldn’t leave him. Tiresias never seemed to outright berate Cas himself, but rather it was like some internal monologue was being projected outwards and he was just the audience in line. And it wounded him deeply every time, as if those emerald eyes lacerated a new cut upon his heart each time he looked in Cas’ direction with anything but love.

Castiel had run far from that beach front abode. Faster than he had ever run before. Tears blurred his sights, but he let intuition guide him. His heart, per say. Which even in this clouded haze seemed to pick up on a sensation that he would have not otherwise known. Maybe it was because he had decreased the distance his proximity to whoever emitted this aura. Strong breaths had started to cloud around his maw as he exercised his way up the side of mountain. Leaping and bounding effortlessly, without a doubt in his mind. He was a blank slate, those teary ducts were a memory from long ago it seemed and even now that anguish from Tiresias seemed to dissipate. Not quite forgotten but it was no longer what seemed most important. Claws scraped against the stone as he landed finally atop the mountain, Daddy!. Steely grey pinnae swiveled at the scream, a spark lit inside his chest. But unlike anything before it was not happy or even mildly content, it was that seething rage. An anger so potent that the entirety of his body seemed to explode in a fiery eruption, unlike anything he’d ever felt. Tiresias had always been there to calm him, but now he was alone and all hell was breaking loose. A fainter voice, echoed out afterwards, but nothing about it was threatening to the beast that was attacking.

Heavy steps pounded against the rocky earth plunging him into the cavern without a second thought. Vibrant, luminescent orbs of ice scoured the scenery. To one side there was a huddled pair, the young voice that had screamed belonged to a small pup, that oddly looked similar to a breed he only two wolves to be of. Ethiopian. The thought didn’t linger as he spotted the masterfully painted robes of the Arcus Irae, something he had yet to see or feel. It wasn’t like Tiresias though, instead of happiness there was a foreboding sense of the need to protect her. Ingrained in him to the point that he almost didn’t recognize it as a foreign thought. It only crossed his mind because he knew neither of them. And then there was monstrous brute, mostly of obsidian decoration.

Castiel’s fur stood on edge, bristling and the glow of his tempest eyes seemed to grow with every passing moment, letting the rage overtake his senses. He did speak, there were no words to accost the male with, that he could not get across in action. Cas did not hesitate before taking a running lunge at the brute. His goal was not to kill unless necessary, but severe maiming was not out of the question. A snarl pulls back black lips revealing the titans ivories, glistening in saliva. Cas’s eyes locked onto the brute, not a thought seeming to cross his mind. His jaws are opened, teeth bared and reaching. The goal is to latch onto the attackers scruff or some region around the neck that is fleshy giving good leverage to the tempest. If successful he will throw all his weight atop the brute and continue with his momentum to roll and throw the attacker over himself putting Cas well between he and the ladies. If this was not to go as planned though, Castiel would intend to bowl him over instead. All the while Cas’ florid oceans would watch the male with meticulous attention, doing anything to defend the two femmes.
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i'll be your guardian angel

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

Table Credit to Morgin <3



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