Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190522145433/@comment-38998054-20190523161040

(Too much Pie!)

Castiel had received his letter and was troubled heavily. Someone knows of me and who I am enough to know my secret might. This was the most concerning ideal of this whole ordeal. They couldn't possibly want him to transform in front of all those people? It seemed preposterous, no doubt, but none to much that he couldn't or wouldn't go.

After a few days of travel by night as the set of bats he could become, he arrived at the top of a tavern just a few steps from the arena. He slowly slipped onto the cobblestone walk and walked towards the arena, doing his best to keep his head down to keep his wild burning orange eyes out of view.