it's fun to break hearts
06-27-2014, 04:47 PM
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06-29-2014, 05:44 PM
Castiel had explored what felt like every nook and cranny of Alacritia so far, and still he had not found his mother. Didn't help that he remembered nothing of Valhalla nowadays - how long had it been since he was last here? A year? Long enough that none of this was really familiar. Some of it still had some semblance of familiarity, but none of of it really comforted Castiel. Really it just reminded him of how long it had been since he'd last seen his family. His father was dead; his mother and sisters somewhere close but not close enough. It was frustrating, to say the least.
The white male's ears twitched in irritation as he glowered at the ground, hoping that that it would reveal some sort of sign that would lead to his family. Father, what would you have done? Castiel found himself wondering inwardly, breathing a soft sigh. It was only when the voice of another reached his ears that Castiel stirred from his reverie, really looking at where he was putting his paws for the first time. There was a girl in front of him, and for a second his heart stilled as he thought that it might by Lyric or Surreal, but as quickly as his excitement grew it was gone when he realized that this wolf was nothing more than a stranger.
Still, it wasn't in Castiel's nature to be impolite. "Hardly, Miss. It's as natural as anything else out here." Castiel spoke easily, voice even despite the sudden disappointment that dominated his thoughts. "The name's Castiel, by the way." With that, the white male settled back on his haunches, ignoring the dirt and ash that swirled into his pelt as soon as he moved. He was unconcerned by their dreary surroundings - he had seen similar things in his journeys, and there wasn't much to be worried about here. And there was nothing interesting either. His family was obviously not here, and it was likely that Castiel would be on his way soon enough. But there was no harm in having a small conversation, right?
"Speech"
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06-29-2014, 06:39 PM
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06-29-2014, 07:12 PM
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The girl's growl was met by a confused gaze on Castiel's part. Had he done something aggressive or threatening? But since she didn't seem about to leap at him, Castiel contented himself with watching her, tail wrapping around his paws as he gazed at the tri colored femme. The stolid male would not have attacked if she had attacked, though he would have defended himself. He did not believe in hurting the weaker, but that did not mean that he was simply going to roll over in the event of an unwarranted attack. Still, she seemed content just to growl and posture, and so Castiel was content to wait it out, allowing her to spend her aggression - and then apologize before he spoke. "It's no problem, miss." Castiel simply shrugged, rolling powerfully muscled shoulders. Wren. Huh. It was a nice enough name, Castiel supposed, though he cared little for it other than as a way to address the female before him. "I am sure that there many prettier places than this, Miss Wren." Castiel twitched his ears, shrugging again, "But this is just a place all the same." Again the large male seemed mostly unconcerned as his golden gaze wandered the area. Lots of dust and ash, yes, but nothing otherwordly - or should he say underwordly? He was almost amused by his slight joke, though he didn't manage to crack a smile. "Are Ludicael and Abaven packs, Miss Wren?" Castiel queried idly, working to swing the conversation perhaps towards the topic of Valhalla, and thus, his family. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
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06-30-2014, 10:10 AM
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06-30-2014, 12:25 PM
He would have answered her comment, but when Castiel heard mentions of packs he found his attention drawn away from anything she'd said previously. He waited, breath held, for her to mention Valhalla. A soft hiss escaped him when she stopped, saying nothing about his homepack. Were they gone, then? And then she continued, speaking of Valhalla, and for a moment, he could feel excitement building, and then it was gone. Taken over? Did that mer someone had challenge for Valhalla? Or had a new Alpha stepped up? What did she mean?? But if she didn't know, there was nothing that Castiel could ask.
Castiel had to force himself to take a few breaths before he spoke. There was no use in him peppering her with questions about his family when she clearly knew little about Valhalla's current state. "Do you know where Valhalla currently makes its home?" His voice was surprisingly even considering the wild swirl of emotions in his mind. "There are many new packs, it seems, Miss Wren." Castiel wasn't sure how many of them were simply new because he had not paid any attention to them when he was a pup, and how many were actually new packs. His father would have known more.
Castiel tilted his head a little, eyeing the multicolored female with vague curiosity. "And what is Ludicael like, miss?" the question fell from his maw with an idle curiosity - he wasn't entirely sure he cared, but he didn't want to seem rude and simply talk about Valhalla for the duration of their conversation.
"Speech"
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