IT is not long at all before he is not at all alone. Of course, its also not at all the company he desires either. A voice reaches him from his rear, the disembodied voice of an infant, and he sends one leg out in the general direction it comes from. It wouldn't be more than a half-assed swat if it reached whatever was speaking behind him. A frown replaces his stressed expression. He was worried, he was separated from his sister, but he wasn't a damn butterfly.
He turns about as soon as the small kick is released, just about ready to lay into this little shithead...but is stopped short by a shadow just behind the emerging foal. A rare smirk graces his flat visage as he stops still, waiting, and then she speaks. "I suppose the place does have a certain, appeal." He lets her continue, dominating the situation, before he cocks his head to the side at her final question. He regards the foal for a moment. "No,"comes his monotone voice,"But I suppose you could have some fun with him if you liked. He is an orphan, aft-" and then Tin bounds up. Oh well, there goes all hopes of some entertainment.
He returns the deer-creature's greeting kindly then goes to stand next to his twin, preening his wings in waiting for their mother. Its not long before their matriarch enters their little gathering. The ghost child nuzzles her warmly in response to her kind words. He missed his father, always would, but he was beyond grateful to have her here. How Castiella regarded their birth giver so blandly he'd never know. If one was kind he would be kind, if they were mischievous he would do the same.
"SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUULLLS-"
He jumps. Ok, that was fucking creepy. That was not a child's voice. That was a boulder of a voice and it rips through his soul. Panic ruffles his feathers and suddenly he's in the air swirling around their little gathering. He's no idea whats going on, but he's turned into a raging phantasm for the moment. He soon figures out that the only way he's going to get back to the ground was to calm down. He avoids the others as much as possible and then with a pop he's back on the ground. The pain is excruciating and he can't move for a solid while. He lays on the ground breathing heavily when the fangs start to grow in.
"Ofdd, ow", comes the wincing gurgle. He's aware of a few other things too, like how his skin is itching everywhere and his eyes are just burning. All the bird catcher spots on his body wiggle like maggots as they morph into their new pattern: white bengal cat spots. Then all the whiskers on his face turn white. Finally, the hair on his chest and belly turn white and lengthens too. He's only one though, so its more a scraggly sort of thing. But, when he's an adult, it'll be gloriously long. For now, the happy trail making it's way down his belly to his unmentionables will have to do. Its over in moments and he still wasn't sure what had happened...except for the fact that he now desperately wanted to lick himself and also eat Cas's hair. "Uhh, what just happened?"
He doesn't have time to contemplate anything much further though because Cas's chest explodes and the young foal has some other sort of weird shit happen to him and its all he can do to focus on the glowing lights behind everyone so that he doesn't turn back into whatever he'd been before he'd panicked the last time.
"Speechity, Speech, Speech."
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The Portal
Raeden, Castiella, anyone Calstroney?
