#* CASTAELAR { INTERACTION: NEMUS }

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rubiesintherough asked: ∗ 22﹕ sender finds receiver [ injured / bloodied ] . ( Nemŭs / anyone! )

CASTAELAR'S EYES DARTED over to the unfamiliar face that seemingly appeared from the smoke, quick to shuffle himself back and hold out his hand before him. His magic sparked; purple mist quick to dance around his body as his usually blue irises became a shade of violet. He was on guard and for good reason. Him and his guard had come under attack, leaving several bodies strewn across the floor whilst himself and others had sustained injuries. His concern was not for himself though ~ crown well and truly forgotten ~ his concern was to keep his guard safe from harm and he did not know this newcomer for love nor money.

" NAME YOURSELF AND STATE YOUR CAUSE! " His head pounded from the injury to his temple and he could feel the warmth of his blood as it trickled down the side of his face and his cheekbone. Still, he ignored it as much as he could to try and fathom out if this unfamiliar being was friend or foe; if they were the latter, then he'd need to deal with them as quickly as possible.

@rubiesintherough EMPTYING ASKBOX NOT SURE ON MEME / NOT ACCEPTING

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THE ELVEN PRINCE was not unfamiliar of the deities that his kingdom worshipped. While his family and those who lived in his father's realm worshipped the Sun God, Arshalaril, he was aware that there were many others whom were worshipped also. From the way that this man spoke, Castaelar could only assume that he was another of the higher beings.

His magic quickly dissipated out of respect for the other male and with breathless movement, he allowed his head to fall back against a tree. One of his guard groaned in his arms ~ a soldier fallen, dying for the protection of his crown. Castaelar would see that he got the burial deserved of his loyal service once they were back home.

" My name... is Prince Castaelar Aleanundlin of Ulleanundin... My men and I were venturing to visit other dignitaries from other Kingdoms when we came under attack... I've no intention of harming your forest... " The Elven Prince looked upon the other with truth filling his returning blue eyes, his plea to be unharmed further silent but strong within his gaze.

The forest was screaming... a cacophony in his head. An echoing drumbeat of blows glancing off rock and bark both, the reverberations still twinging in the old god's bones. Violent visitors into his domain. He needed to see the damage done for himself. And was anticipating a need to deal with the issue accordingly, to call unto the flora sleeping and allow thorns to spill blood into the dirt...

However, that seemed to have been done for him before he'd even arrived. Robes cascaded as a silver stream across still a warm corpse as Nemus stepped into the clearing, nimbly picking a path among the carnage... and knelt beside the man, paying no heed to his efforts to dissuade the deity's slow advance.

" I need not name myself in my own kingdom... and, conditional upon your answer, you may have consciousness too briefly to benefit from that knowledge. Have you come with intent to harm my forest? "