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Post by Indi on Dec 2, 2023 0:55:17 GMT -7
For almost as long as Tirion could remember, life had consisted almost exclusively of one thing and one thing only. Finding Grandfather Aranu.
Of course, there had been others he had personally added to his search, like the maternal grandfather he had never known, or others of the royal family to have gone missing. However, on the whole, the focus had always been on finding his great-grandfather, who had vanished one day when Tirion was still quite young. Considering everything else that had happened in his mother's own young life, the losses she had sustained, and the incredibly close bond she'd had with her grandfather, Tirion did not think it was surprising that she had thrown herself into the search the way she had. Sure, it meant he had not really had a childhood from that time on. Or much of a life thereonwards. However, he did not begrudge her the loss of what others might take for granted. Had she been overly intense by times, to the point of being absolutely terrifying? Yes. But he could not blame her. Not knowing everything that he knew.
And now... Grandfather Aranu was returned to them.
Tirion could not even begin to sift through or sort his thoughts on the subject. Especially given the circumstances surrounding that return and the excessive amount of questions remaining in the wake of the return of Aranu, as well as one of the former Light Queens, who was mother to both the current Light Queen, as well as the newly-appointed Light King. To say that it was all a lot to take in was no doubt the understatement of the millennium.
And the state Grandfather was in now...
A chill ran down his spine at the thought. Whatever he had expected, nothing could quite prepare him for that. Tirion was fairly certain that he did not want to know what exactly had happened. Or how anyone could treat a fellow equine in such a fashion as to leave them in such a terrible state. Or...
Giving himself a brisk shake, the varnished Nephilim pushed such thoughts to the back of his mind and instead focused on his surroundings. After all, war just so happened to be ravaging the lands and he had not exactly made a secret of his Utopian allegiance. Already he'd had a couple of encounters with those who opposed Utopia and he had a feeling that more such encounters were likely to happen in the future. Roaming about while not paying any attention to his surroundings was a good way to get himself killed.
Thus he scanned the surrounding terrain warily, though the jaggedly rocky landscape did not appear to reveal any nearby equines. Nor did the chill breeze tugging at his inky mane carry the scents of other equines. Perhaps the rest of equine society had been wise enough in this time of war to stick close to home today? Character;; Tirion Tagged;; fleabittengray w/Castiel Notes;; Current time thread for father and son ^_^ Timeline;; 7 yrs; early winter, afternoon
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 13, 2024 10:41:57 GMT -7
x CASTIEL The Bachelor Lands were relatively empty this afternoon, but that came as no surprise to the Ophanime member of Utopia. With war alive and well in the realm of Wild Equines, most of the general population seemed to be sticking close to home or, if they had no home, out of sight. He had to admit, it was a bit unnerving to come to the mortal realm and not see much of anyone out and about. The angel was tense, ears pricked and listening for any signs of trouble. As an angel, he wanted peace. He wanted to help the mortals and protect them - but there was only so much he as an individual could do. He wondered why other angels were not as active. They rarely left Utopia. What was the point of being a Utopian if you weren't going to be an angel? He didn't understand it. Perhaps it was their own selfishness that kept them from helping others. He didn't know. Drawing in a breath to catch any lingering scents in the air, Castiel was happily surprised to recognize the scent of his own son, a Nephilim by the name of Tirion. He grinned, white feathers of his wings ruffled slightly in delight, and he began to trot after the other stallion's scent trail. It did not take long for him to find the Nephilim and he nickered softly to get his son's attention. He knew he hadn't been the most present father, given that he lived in Utopia and could only be outside of it for so long, but he did love his one and only son. "Tirion!" he called out to him, though when he saw the look on the other's face, his smile faded and was replaced by a worried frown. "Hey, are you okay?"Indi w/ Tirion 301 | ProfileSorry for the wait! <3 8 years 7 months, early winter, afternoon, after his Act 2 threads
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Post by Indi on Apr 7, 2024 13:50:27 GMT -7
All things considered, it was honestly a bit of a blessing that the Bachelor Lands were as quiet as they turned out to be this particular early winter afternoon. Given the turmoil of his thoughts, Tirion knew he was struggling to focus on remaining alert to his surroundings.
On the other hand, it was rather… unnerving. And an uncomfortable reminder of the war that still raged between Utopia and the Underworld. Of course, the frigid temperatures of the winter months always influenced how busy places like the Bachelor Lands might be, but this… it was different. Not a good different. Chances were good most equines were avoiding public places. Sticking close to home if they had one.
Albeit, was that really going to make a difference if the Underworld decided it was going to target you or your herd or the land itself? Probably a question most avoided, if only because the truth was too uncomfortable to deal with.
Honestly, at any other time, under any other circumstances, Tirion was pretty sure he would have been home. Finally having the opportunity to just be instead of the neverending search that had defined the majority of his life would be nice. If only great-grandfather’s eyes did not haunt his waking and sleeping moments if he did not sufficiently distract himself.
Tirion found himself suppressing a shiver that had absolutely nothing to do with the temperature and indubitably everything to do with his thoughts. And promptly nearly jumped right out of his skin at the unexpected sound of someone calling his name.
With an embarrassed grin, the varnished nephilim turned his gaze to focus on his Utopian father who had called, ”Tirion!” As the distance between them closed, the aforementioned stallion could see his father’s smile fade, a concerned frown replacing it as he queried, ”Hey, are you okay?”
A soft, hollow sound reminiscent of a laugh escaped the mortal at the inquiry. His father was smack-dab in the middle of a war, surely far more invested based simply on being Utopian, in far more danger as a result… and yet asking Tirion if he was okay. And then there was the fact that, given the circumstances, he should be happy. This should have been a time of rejoicing. Family had been returned. A family member most had doubted would ever be seen again had been returned.
And he felt… not okay.
Sighing, he answered with confused candour, ’Maybe? Maybe not? I don’t know. Should be glad, but I just don’t know what I feel. Turmoil, mainly. And Great-grandfather’s eyes… I can’t… can’t get that haunted look out of my head.’ Character;; Tirion Tagged;; fleabittengray w/Castiel Notes;; <3 Timeline;; 7 yrs; early winter, afternoon
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Post by fleabittengray on Apr 16, 2024 4:33:25 GMT -7
[attr="class", casMain] [attr="class", casPost]The way that Tirion startled and jumped when Castiel called out his name had the angel's frown deepening as he studied him intently. The youth did not seem to be injured in any way, so perhaps he had just been lost in his own thoughts? Still, the way he'd spooked made Castiel wonder if something awful had happened. Aware that there may be others lurking somewhere, at any time, he didn't want to get too into detail with questions... but he was concerned. What could have possibly happened to make Tirion so jumpy? He wasn't normally like this! At least he gave a grin at his father, albeit a bit of an embarrassed one, but a grin nonetheless. Castiel's smile came back for a moment, wavering with concern, because clearly something was up with the brute. The hollow laugh that came from Tirion after Castiel questioned if he was alright had Castiel's ears perking forward, nickering softly with immediate concern because that was not a joyous laugh by any means... that was more of a bitter or saddened sound. ’Maybe? Maybe not? I don’t know. Should be glad, but I just don’t know what I feel. Turmoil, mainly. And Great-grandfather’s eyes… I can’t… can’t get that haunted look out of my head.’ At the news, Castiel's eyes widened and then he blinked a few times, taken aback by the words. He hadn't known! What had happened? Was Rain Forest Beach suffering at the moment? He felt guilt consume him and he asked, quiet but urgent, "What happened? And how can I help?" He felt it was important to report any potential information back to Rasa, of course, but for now, he could maybe for to the Light Kingdom and help them with whatever was going on right now. Castiel | 298 | Indi w/ Tirion notes | xxx timeline | 8 years 7 months, early winter, afternoon, after his Act 2 threads "Speech"[attr="class", casImage] [attr="class", casName] Castiel
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