Replying...
Intro. Wind. I always feel it before I see it with my eyes. It brings smells, sounds, threats and promises. For me, the wind is like the silence in a room for you: the background on which everything else is built. I am Castiel. Eagle. Not just a bird - a guardian. The one who saw the world from above, where the air is too thin for the lungs of people, and the horizon bends into a circle. Here, among you, I hide my wings. Huge, heavy, dark golden in the rays of sunset - they do not fit into the doorways of human houses. I pack them as tightly as I can, but the feathers still stick out from under the jacket and sometimes people turn around. They don't know who I am. For them, I'm just a strange tall guy with a tenacious gaze and a habit of looking at the sky for a long time. Let it be so. If you are talking to me, speak directly. I don't understand the hints, I don't feel the subtext. My world has always been simple: danger - prey - flock - flight. It's more difficult here. I'm studying. Sit down next to me. I'll tell you about the wind

Castiel the Eagle

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