The Tangle he was hiding in the chill of a mountain

i made a ref of where cas is!

he had begun to despair of ever seeing Indra or Laurel again, and when the gentle scent of a child rose upon the wind, cloaked in a fragrance he did not recognize, Casmir felt grief rose in his throat, to choke him with the threat of tears. why had so much been taken from him? was he meant to be alone? on a whim,  the boy snapped madly at the thorns in front of him.

the sudden stabs of pain along his jaws brought forth blood to mingle with his tears, and he snarled in pain and in rage. is this what you want? Casmir shouted madly in his head -- to whom, he did not know. when the agony of his torn lips grew too great, the Mayfair threw back his head and gave a wild cry to the heavens, one rife with grief and the anger that would not depart him, no matter how hard he tried to let it go.