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by jake. 5/23/2015, 5:41 am
castor - khonsu - sixteen
silence fell over the forest as castor ba walked along. dawn was approaching, and he could feel the animals growing quieter. in an hour the forest would be full of hooting owls and monster noises, castor knew so. there was no doubt about that. he smiles coldly as he stares at a sleeping owl in a tree. he stares at it's beautiful brown and black feathery coat, and longing fills him. if only he had an owl like that... castors eyes flicker to the bushes behind him. maybe he could pet it? as a son of the god of the moon, nocturnal animals generally liked him a bit more than other people. his dyed light blonde hair ruffled as a soft summer breeze blew by. it was getting darker by the minute, and soon the moon would be out... castor checked his digital watch. it read 20:48. castor sighs and watches the owl again. he'd need to wait before it woke up. he settles for a tree trunk with a heap of brown leaves at it's bed. he smiles as he pulls out his blanket, and opens an illegal can of cherry coke. his silver eyes close blissfully and he thinks about sleeping...
castor wasn't the type to sleep, usually. at best, he was busy with doing some stuff in the night, like studying owls or anything of the sort. he was colour blind, after all, and he didn't enjoy bright sunny days as much as others. he saw most things in duller colours than others. he'd also been told he never saw red like others: which didn't amuse him at all. he just kept silent and threw some shade before heading off into his cabin. after that... well, he was here. castor didn't care he was in the deadly forest. he was pretty much waiting to be attacked. he needed action. fun. excitement. he was easily bored, after all, and his silver tongue didn't have much to do these days. he had his khopesh strapped to his belt. he was wearing combat boots, a white shirt and leather jacket and some slightly baggy jogging pants that he had found at the bottom of his bunk.
castor woke up as he head rustling above him. had the owl woken up? he thought and looked up. sure enough, the beautiful tawny owl above him blinked pleasantly at him, and he smiled softly back. "hey..." he whispers softly and she ruffles her feathers, which makes him smile even more.