02-23-2019, 03:47 PM
The dry heat of the season wafts up from the rocky grasslands around the traveling pair, sending a pleasant heat through Wyrm’s quiet, weathered paws as they wound along a beaten trail. He could feel the sensation of ground dirt underneath him, smooth and easy to navigate at a steady pace, along with the odor of Pteron’s stringy tail around his mouth. Their partnership had a comical sort of hint to it: ‘young pegasus leading old coyote by the tail’; but between the two a sort of easy companionship had struck up. Still, Wyrm couldn’t help feeling that itch of nervousness should someone else happen to stumble upon the two.
Loess wasn’t so quiet anymore. Not since Bane had disappeared and the plague taken over, leaving the area empty for the likes of dragons and such. It was curious enough that Pteron had decided to come back here, of all places, especially when Wyrm knew good and well he’d been whelped further south in the Pampas. They kept on pace and wound further inland, and the old trickster listened to answers he’d already learned.
Mom and Dad were gone on a trip, the pale white-and-blue boy said. Lepis and Wolfbane had told him that, of all things? Why would Wolfbane leave his firstborn behind with no direction and such a pointless excuse? Why not just take the son with him as well? Senseless, he thinks as they continue their walk. “You didn’t want to go with ‘em?” The shape-shifter has to ask, letting go of his hold briefly, “Are you so sure your pa will come back here?”
Heartfire had said she didn’t know where the striped ex-king had gone. That didn’t matter. Wyrm had sent his message with the blue roan mare and thought by coming here he might weasel a bit more information out of the feathered colt, but this … If it was true and Pteron was certain that Bane, Lepis, or both would come back to Loess, then he could go into hiding and wait like the boy.
But he had to be certain.
“If he ain’t King anymore he might go somewhere else.” The sly coyote suggests with a bony shrug. He skips ahead again and buries his nose into the tangle of Pteron’s growing tail, snapping his jaws around a fair chunk of hair to grab hold and follow silently.
@[Pteron]
Loess wasn’t so quiet anymore. Not since Bane had disappeared and the plague taken over, leaving the area empty for the likes of dragons and such. It was curious enough that Pteron had decided to come back here, of all places, especially when Wyrm knew good and well he’d been whelped further south in the Pampas. They kept on pace and wound further inland, and the old trickster listened to answers he’d already learned.
Mom and Dad were gone on a trip, the pale white-and-blue boy said. Lepis and Wolfbane had told him that, of all things? Why would Wolfbane leave his firstborn behind with no direction and such a pointless excuse? Why not just take the son with him as well? Senseless, he thinks as they continue their walk. “You didn’t want to go with ‘em?” The shape-shifter has to ask, letting go of his hold briefly, “Are you so sure your pa will come back here?”
Heartfire had said she didn’t know where the striped ex-king had gone. That didn’t matter. Wyrm had sent his message with the blue roan mare and thought by coming here he might weasel a bit more information out of the feathered colt, but this … If it was true and Pteron was certain that Bane, Lepis, or both would come back to Loess, then he could go into hiding and wait like the boy.
But he had to be certain.
“If he ain’t King anymore he might go somewhere else.” The sly coyote suggests with a bony shrug. He skips ahead again and buries his nose into the tangle of Pteron’s growing tail, snapping his jaws around a fair chunk of hair to grab hold and follow silently.
@[Pteron]