HE was following the bloodied ones today, through a bloodied land, undoubtedly to talk about blood...he felt sure of it. The dry though rolled through his brain as his ghostly form stalked behind his father and twin. They were both so similar, his father and his sister; their sweet mannerisms tinged with the threat of violence, their body language, they probably held half the same beliefs too. He snorts derisively.
It wasn't that he didn't love them dearly, he did, he just felt so opposite in mindset most of the time. The way their mother worked was so superior to their father most of the time. She was quiet, she waited, she was the one to slide through the shadows to take what she wanted. It was so badass. All their father did was bulk about pretending to do something he never actually did. How useless. He'd much rather be like his mom.
Not how he was now. He still had bad outbursts. The first time it happened everyone had stared. That was such a horrible feeling. Castiella hadn't ever felt that, those stares, the "how odd"s, the feeling of being scrutinized when you'd rather not be. No, she was only ever looked at because she desired it. One day though, he would be the ghost flitting through the shadows. One day, he'd be great too. Maybe he'd even have a gaggle of mares to follow him around too. The young stud smiles as he imagines himself grown up, far more muscled than he was ever likely going to be, walking with his head up surrounded by mares falling over themselves.
Ahh, yes.
His face runs abruptly into Cas's shoulder and the ghost child cringes. Gods, that was going to earn him something painful, he was sure. His father sets up by saying they couldn't tell their mother. No shit, of course we're going to tell her you brought us to a blood soaked location in Helovia and spilled out a bunch of secrets. Akriel rolls his eyes but still nods his head in agreement. Lets just get this over with.
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"Huh, cool."Akriel says at the end of the king bit. Well, that explain's a lot about Cas, he thinks. But then their father continues on about killing and defense and blah blah blah. "Well, Dad, come on now. I doubt Cas will need protecting." he says with a chuckle.
But the attempt to cut the seriousness in the air fails royally with Cas's next words. Oh, there's the inevitable declaration of blood lust. He could almost laugh if she weren't being so serious. His lids lower in clear lack of amusement but he sits back and waits for their father's response none-the-less. It would be interesting to see if their father told them anything legit.
"Speech"
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