The soft sounds of scales on cobbled pavement graced the air as Castamere slithered down the streets of a dreamy Regalia. The sunrise was just peaking over the horizon, plastering the cloudy sky with a palette of pale blues and grays. The slizzar had chosen to forsake his legs, if only for a week in order to enjoy the feeling of a tail again. He gave a few shivers as the cold morning dew chilled the bottom of his tail. Wanting to escape from this mild annoyance of the cold damp on his scales, Castamere slithered from the streets and into the park and chose to curl and sit on one of the comfortable benches that sat snugly on the park's bridge.
As he curled his tail around himself, he'd gracefully dip into his pocket and pull out his tiny compact mirror. With a little pop the case sprung open bringing Castamere face to face with himself. Turning his head every which way he'd look over his humanoid face. The plump lips, the small pointed bump of a nose, the way the scaled fringes as the side of his head slightly resembled ears. He'd scan over every facet to make sure everything was in order.
"Eric needs to get me that Zotaku." the slizzar would mumble to himself as he looked in the mirror. Then he paused, glancing up from the mirror in thought; Eric. Just thinking of the other slizzar suddenly put Castamere on edge, because the thought of Eric brought with it the thought of Eric's words and lies. The continuous lie that Eric pushed that Castamere tried to eat a shendar child. The corners of his mouth twitched into a frown at even the thought of the repeated lie and how people would look at him after hearing it. Castamere would slowly close the compact, squeezing it tightly in one hand.
Castamere never followed the stereotype of hating other slizzar. He was hatched away from them and had never seen another member of his own race until he was an adult. Where most slizzar craved personal power, Castamere craved beauty. Where most slizzar detested the company of their own kind, Castamere wanted that contact that he never knew for most of his life. In the past all he craved was wealth and sex, but that had gotten him into more trouble than it was worth.
Giving a heavy hiss, Castamere looked out over the still lake before him, the sun now above the rooftops and casting it's image onto the water's surface. He didn't know what to do or think about Eric. How no matter how hard he tried that the younger slizzar would give him nothing but contempt and spite. He had done nothing to wrong Eric, and despite all what Eric had done to him, he couldn't bring himself to feel hatred toward him. The thoughts of this other slizzar swirled about his head until the bitter memory of yesterday surfaced. Zes', the Mu-Allar and Eric's apparent lover, words came to the surface. The words prompted by Eric but delivered by a stranger. Castamere could not recall the exact words, but he remembered the context well. That he was nothing more than a fake and worthless. That the face he wore wasn't his own and that all people only saw him as a lying worm. Words that would fit other slizzar, but not Castamere. At the time, Castamere was completely speechless, choked with emotion at the words. Not to mention Eric's face. Eric's smile of triumphant victory at, once again, shattering the mood that Castamere held.
Head heavy with thoughts, Castamere glanced down as the compact clutched tightly in his shaking hands. In a sudden burst of emotion, the slizzar pulled his arm back and flung the mirror over the side of the bridge. His large serpentine eyes watched the glint of gold sale through the air before shattering the stillness of the lake with a splash. Watching the ripples fade, Castamere propped his elbows on the bridge's railing, resting his chin in his hands. Thoughts came and went about Eric and his own image, each less focused than the last.
Turning his eyes up to the cloudy and cool sun as it crested over the top of the Black Tower, Castamere would watch the sight with gloomy eyes, unsure of what to even do with himself. With a final hiss, the slizzar would straighten and slide off the bench to be on his way. But no matter where he went, the words of the Mu-Allar circled in his head.
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As he curled his tail around himself, he'd gracefully dip into his pocket and pull out his tiny compact mirror. With a little pop the case sprung open bringing Castamere face to face with himself. Turning his head every which way he'd look over his humanoid face. The plump lips, the small pointed bump of a nose, the way the scaled fringes as the side of his head slightly resembled ears. He'd scan over every facet to make sure everything was in order.
"Eric needs to get me that Zotaku." the slizzar would mumble to himself as he looked in the mirror. Then he paused, glancing up from the mirror in thought; Eric. Just thinking of the other slizzar suddenly put Castamere on edge, because the thought of Eric brought with it the thought of Eric's words and lies. The continuous lie that Eric pushed that Castamere tried to eat a shendar child. The corners of his mouth twitched into a frown at even the thought of the repeated lie and how people would look at him after hearing it. Castamere would slowly close the compact, squeezing it tightly in one hand.
Castamere never followed the stereotype of hating other slizzar. He was hatched away from them and had never seen another member of his own race until he was an adult. Where most slizzar craved personal power, Castamere craved beauty. Where most slizzar detested the company of their own kind, Castamere wanted that contact that he never knew for most of his life. In the past all he craved was wealth and sex, but that had gotten him into more trouble than it was worth.
Giving a heavy hiss, Castamere looked out over the still lake before him, the sun now above the rooftops and casting it's image onto the water's surface. He didn't know what to do or think about Eric. How no matter how hard he tried that the younger slizzar would give him nothing but contempt and spite. He had done nothing to wrong Eric, and despite all what Eric had done to him, he couldn't bring himself to feel hatred toward him. The thoughts of this other slizzar swirled about his head until the bitter memory of yesterday surfaced. Zes', the Mu-Allar and Eric's apparent lover, words came to the surface. The words prompted by Eric but delivered by a stranger. Castamere could not recall the exact words, but he remembered the context well. That he was nothing more than a fake and worthless. That the face he wore wasn't his own and that all people only saw him as a lying worm. Words that would fit other slizzar, but not Castamere. At the time, Castamere was completely speechless, choked with emotion at the words. Not to mention Eric's face. Eric's smile of triumphant victory at, once again, shattering the mood that Castamere held.
Head heavy with thoughts, Castamere glanced down as the compact clutched tightly in his shaking hands. In a sudden burst of emotion, the slizzar pulled his arm back and flung the mirror over the side of the bridge. His large serpentine eyes watched the glint of gold sale through the air before shattering the stillness of the lake with a splash. Watching the ripples fade, Castamere propped his elbows on the bridge's railing, resting his chin in his hands. Thoughts came and went about Eric and his own image, each less focused than the last.
Turning his eyes up to the cloudy and cool sun as it crested over the top of the Black Tower, Castamere would watch the sight with gloomy eyes, unsure of what to even do with himself. With a final hiss, the slizzar would straighten and slide off the bench to be on his way. But no matter where he went, the words of the Mu-Allar circled in his head.
@Ghirko
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