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 September 4, 2018 at 12:34:56 PM by castiel
i'll be your protector __________________________________________ Nightfall had brought peace into their den once more. The atmosphere couldn’t not have been disturbed even by the soft ripple of waves lapping at the beach. Nor could the two lovers have been aroused from their deep slumber or have their bodies pried from each other’s grasp. In those moments of fathomless sleep Castiel found himself surrounded by utter darkness. Unconsciously conscious of the fact he was not having any sort of dream. He was only aware of himself in those hours, which felt like minutes, and the fact that he was utterly alone. There was no one to call out to. Not even the physical presence of Tiresias within and around him brought any sort of protection in those clairvoyant depths. Instead, the ebony robed prince wandered aimlessly, and quite deprived of any sensory contact. There was nothing to elicit emotion or reaction. Eventually growing tired of this endless void, the greyscale warrior curled up and drifted away into a secondary sleep. Stone lids slowly peeled back letting glacial visionaries take in the scenery. The soot colored paws that were draped over his shoulders. And the soft touch of his whiskers against his cheek and muzzle and the gentle twine of their tails, laying overlapped. Mingling hues of the greyscale brute and his mahogany companion. Everything was taken in exquisite detail, much more than he had ever noticed before. As if his sight had been enhanced further beyond their first transformation. The pull of his tongue against Tiresias’ fur roused the other male. And black lids shot open. Deep, emerald jewels stared wide eyed and wide breadth of emotions washed over Cas. None of which were a comfort to him. A spire of hatred pierced his chest, but not from within himself. It was as if every emotion that Tiresias felt were tied directly into his own. Not even the pressure of Tiresias’ beginning erection could distract from the onslaught of emotions battering him. The abrupt withdrawal hurt not only physically but the knife within Tiresias’ gut also pierced Cas. And he couldn’t help but gasp at how hideous those emotions felt. The stark contrast against even the vicious fuck session they’d had, because even then it had been for the pleasure, regardless of how violent the penetration. But right now, that violence was being redirected into an assault of verbiage. Demon! Defiler! Castiel’s claws scraped against the stone as he backed away from Tiresias. The brash sound echoed down the length of their den and reverberated with combative effort against his auds. The pillars flattened to his skull, but nothing could dull the ferocity of Tiresias’ tirade on Castiel. Not only the personal and verbal abuse that was slated against him, but even the magical ties that had grown between them. Even more so now because of the intensification of that magic within Castiel himself. Sometime within the throes of passion and that dreamless sleep, the magic imbued in his body had grown and fledged him into the true form of a Tempest. And with it had come the more involved understanding of what Tiresias felt. It could not have been a more unfortunate timing either, for it was only grievance, hatred, and scorn that the kalak held him in now. Violent flickering motions of Tiresias’ tail caught the Tempest’s gaze only momentarily, before the ugly, assailing charges of treason and damnation fell upon his crown. What hurt him the most though was not the violent raging temper that accused him to be of hellish creation, but rather than he had been banished… forever. Castiel gasped for air feeling as though his body had been beaten mercilessly against the stone. Tiresias… His voice was quiet against the heavy breathing of his companion. Saltine tears brimmed on ash lids as Castiel stood motionless and wordless. What was there to say? Clearly he was not wanted here. All that had been between them was hanging tattered by a thin thread. As if Tiresias had wanted to destroy every last bit of their memories, especially the previous night. But even when it had been only fun innocent games, but it would not be until Castiel died that these memoirs would disappear that way the kalak so desperately wished. So the next best option: force the live image of those memories to flee. Taking away that immediate remembrance, but wouldn’t it haunt him just as it would Castiel? They could not escape what they were not even by forced separation. Even so, Castiel turned away from the ire and fury of his friend and walked away. And not once did his glacial oceans turn back, because he knew full well that what waited behind him no longer wanted him. Castiel was once more alone and left to cling to the flimsy memories in that mental box. There was no where for him to go... but he walked on leaving faint paw steps along the beach. __________________________________________ i'll be your guardian angel ~ Castiel ~ Brother to Vladimir ~ Lost Heir ~ Bound to Tiresias ~ Alesana ~ |
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