castel lingers at the edge of the pass, emerald eyes sharp even as the shadows stretch long in the dimming light. the desert at night is quieter, but no less alive. sounds carry further in the stillness, and castel catches faint echoes from deeper in the canyon. a soft scuffle of paws, the shift of sand underfoot. not his own. he pauses, ears angling toward the sound, body lowering instinctively.
he presses along the rocky edge, keeping to the darker folds of the pass. the refracted light offers visibility, but castel knows how to bend to the terrain, how to move unseen.
another sound, closer now. he stops, crouching low against the sand. his gaze narrows, scanning the space ahead until he catches sight of movement—a figure in the distance, cloaked in the same darkness he walks. castel stays still, watching.
he presses along the rocky edge, keeping to the darker folds of the pass. the refracted light offers visibility, but castel knows how to bend to the terrain, how to move unseen.
another sound, closer now. he stops, crouching low against the sand. his gaze narrows, scanning the space ahead until he catches sight of movement—a figure in the distance, cloaked in the same darkness he walks. castel stays still, watching.
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you're a funeral pyre - by Meseba - January 01, 2025, 05:13 PM
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