chew it up and swallow it, any

[Wolfbane]

Wolfbane had been a fool to trust Vulgaris in his absence. As he crept over the still-waking kingdom in silence he considered all the instances he should’ve taken as signs but chose to overlook instead. For starters, he remembered how the snakeskin stallion nearly thrust them all into war over a mare. Family was important to Bane and the families harbored in Loess under his rule were important by extension as well, but when Heartfire had slapped the group with dose of infallible truth by way of her visions - showing the entire ordeal as it had played out near the riverside - the once monarch could see that Vulgaris held his own intentions above others well being.

Even after the plague had struck and the remaining horses from their home fled south to the Pampas, he remembered trying to pluck a bit of control from Sylva and giving it to his second-in-command then, only to be promptly refused. In his own acute way, Vulgaris had tried to warn against leadership but Wolfbane (out of options and pressed with urgency) had disregarded them in favor of trust.

A mistake he knows will never be made again.

The pegasus sighs, deep in his thoughts beneath the overcast shadows of rock spires and twisted little trees. His own steps are quieted by a lush growth of spring grass, thick from having no hooves to trample it during the beginning of the outbreak. In his absent state of mind he nearly comes to pass by his former champion without the two intersecting and, if things in this world were meant to be right perhaps he would’ve, but the lengthy beat of the taller, darker stallion catches his attention enough that he stops and lifts his head, waiting.

“Bastard traitor.” He spits at the sight of Vulgaris, coming around a rocky bend. Of all the horses… yet he’s thankful. Now he won’t have to go hunt the belly-crawling scum down. “If you take one step further you’ll wish you hadn’t, Vulgaris.”

Refugee of Loess : Member of the Southlands

Wolfbane

@[Vulgaris] Brounion