lay me down
07-22-2014, 05:05 PM
| Castiel |
| When the stranger spoke of him looking familiar, Castiel could not deny the way that his heart leapt in his chest. Did she know of the fate of his family? And yet, Castiel knew it was unlikely. It would be too much of a coincidence that this stranger would know of the fate of his mother and siblings when he had been able to find no signs of their existence. "I am sorry to hear that you have lost your pack recently, miss Amia Tulip . . . of the Nomads." As he spoke her full title, recognition lit his golden eyes. Nomads. He remembered the tales his mother had spun of them, of the noble wolves that travelled far and wide to heal injured wolves and learn of new diseases. If she was a Nomad... Then she might know Erani... "My name is Castiel, son of Erani and Nova. You may have heard of my mother if you are a Nomad... Do you have any recent news of her whereabouts?" The excitement in his voice was moderated, but it was there. He was delighted by this turn of events - and by meeting a nomad. This Amia seemed a delicate soul, the kind of wolf that he would lay himself on the line to protect - not that he wouldn't do that for just about anyone. But there was something different about her, even Castiel had to admit that. And the pack that she had lost... Well, it had to be his childhood home, Valhalla. His mother's scent had been all over that border, and now it was gone, vanishing into the smoke, along with Surreal's scent. Would he ever find his family again? Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
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