Staring Down the Barrel
09-11-2016, 02:10 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-11-2016, 12:51 PM by Casthiel.)
How did I let you slip through the cracks? How did I let you stab me in the back? You were my brother, you were my friend, I pray, "no salvation for you in the end". Casthiel found himself wandering into a hilly area next, his blue optics dancing about brightly as he took in everything there was to take in. He wasn't sure what to think about these hills, however. As he traversed through the area he noticed how little trees actually remained standing -- at least, where there were trees to begin with. He also took into account the lack of animals that seemed to inhabit the area. Slender columns began to slow beneath his frame, a deep breath being inhaled through his knows. Ocean blue optics glanced around him, his banner tucking slightly beneath his frame. Where was he? Why did this place give him the willies? A shudder rippled up his spine, and he gave an uneasy woof as he moved forward. Hackles raised in uncertainty, and neck would extend as he reached out to sniff at the fallen trunks of trees that had fallen victim to... something. But what? What was large enough to shove a tree the size of this over? Leaning back onto hind legs, he leaped up onto the trunk of the tree, and lowered himself slightly to make sure he had his balance. He paused for a moment before he began to walk across the length of the trunk, his nails tapping across the bark of the tree. Once he reached the other side of the tree he came to a stop, and glanced up at the sky above. It was easy to see the blue canvas that stretched above head given the lack of trees, and Casthiel was pretty sure that made him feel ever smaller. Haunches would fold beneath his frame, and he would lower himself to sit upon the trunk of the tree. He was becoming to realize that there wasn't much for these lands to offer him. He stood then, and leaped off of the fallen tree to see if he could retrace his steps. He needed to find a distraction before the memories came back to eat him alive -- the memories that he couldn't remember without causing himself pain. Walk, "Now you're just a memory" in my past is where you will stay Someone like you, is gonna die alone |
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