[private] you can't fight this twisted fantasy; Wolfbane

[Heartfire]

you can run but you can't hide
breath on your skin, I've arrived

She had been woken by a murmur, indistinct yet somehow unmistakeable. Even now, it lingers in the distance. But it is that curiosity that had kept her from returning to Nerine in a furious blaze. And now that her temper has cooled to an icy resolve, she is grateful for it.

Because, as it always has been, time is her greatest ally.

It has been months now, and none are the wiser of her presence. Months she has lingered deep in the misty, forested depths of Taiga, biding her time as she gathered what knowledge she could. It had been easy enough to remain unseen and undetected. When sight is one’s plaything, anyone who comes too near find themselves seeing only what she wishes them to see.

Washed in the scents of evening mist and earthy moss, cloaked by shifted vision, she is entirely unrecognizable as the notorious former queen of the North. And that is exactly how she wishes it.

Notoriety had never been something she sought. She hadn’t cared for flashy displays or fickle fame. Apparently quite unlike some of her relations, she had discovered. It had been vaguely amusing to see the havoc Wolfbane had initially wreaked in the wake of her disappearance. Even more that Lepis had sought her out because of it. Doubtless, if she had been here, things would’ve gone differently. She had not been unaware of the possibilities when she had allowed her grandson to consume Wyrm’s heart.

Unfortunately things had not gone entirely as planned. And now Wolfbane had gone and done things that couldn’t be taken back.

So it would come as no surprise that the first visit she makes is Pangea. More specifically, her grandson. Of course, she’s not quite ready for the world at large to know of her return, so anyone who witnesses the figure entering the desolate kingdom, including Wolfbane, would see the softly feminine form of Lilliana. Given her history and capture, it is an obvious choice.

And a rather poetic one, at that.

lilliana heartfire

@[Wolfbane]

[draco]

Draco isn't stupid, but he isn't particularly driven, either. Most of his time is spent prowling the canyons of Pangea, keeping eyes on their prisoners and their people alike. Border patrol isn't exactly his style, but he does it because he knows it's right and because it's important to his brother. Admittedly, he is bored and sour when wandering the borders, but his mind reading keeps him just sharp enough to know what's going on.

The demon is doing just that: unwittingly walking the invisible lines of Pangea, wondering if he'll stumble upon the aliens he knows still lurk here. Anaxarete had offered their services even after stepping down and Draco wonders why he has to do this at all. Of course, he'd never presume to the pair or to Ana (that's what a healthy dose of fear will do to a fear creator) - but his mildly prim nature grows tired of the dust his constant walking accumulates.

When the Pangean King spots Heartfire disguised as Lilliana, at first he is not suspicious. He makes note of her positioning, thinking it odd she be so close to the border but not odd enough to stop her. Draco may find her stupid but he knows her to be smart enough to not try an escape. Besides, he has grown tired of scaring her, as he grows tired of most games he plays. They'll be interesting again once he finds a new target.

It suddenly strikes the demon, though, that the thoughts of this Lilliana are distinctly lacking . . . Lilliana. The tone, the wording, the thoughts themselves are all entirely off. He knows the exhausted chestnut wouldn't be spending her time doing circles in Pangea looking for the monster she had told Ghaul about. That was why his brother had flown to Nerine, was it not?

Draco pauses, hovering just within the shadow of a canyon, half of his face exposed in a flash of light. He thinks it strange, someone masquerading as a prisoner, and it pricks at his skin. So he lingers, suspicious and irritated, wondering if he'll actually have to intervene.

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[Wolfbane]

I believe I'd die if I only could

I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good

Lately, he’d been busy dwelling on the fantasy of the past season’s torment. It wasn’t enough to dream about it at night; Wolfbane enjoyed thinking about each encounter during the day as well. How could he forget the way Lilliana had run? The stream of her copper tail as it floated out behind her while he gave chase? She’d stopped, but it was for the boys. If she hadn’t, he would’ve certainly gone back for them. And Neverwhere… he thought of her often. The way his claws had dug into her skin, how bloody she’d been at the end. The weather had been such a delight, and he could almost feel the phantom touch of her skin under his belly. He liked that thought very much.

Lepis had given him enough to think about as well. Her final request, which he’d only really had time to sort out much later, gave rise to a sickening, triumphant ego boost when he did his best to remember the way she half-begged. He’d been hurting her, when he wanted to do more. She was infinitely lucky that he hadn’t done more. But every time he tried to replay the last moments of their interaction, Wolfbane fell into a sour mood. A wash of discontent overtook him and he’d snarl and shake his head, drive away the memory and turn back to remembering Lilli’s cries (passionate or painful?) and the wet, heavy sound of Never’s body falling into the mud.

But it wasn’t enough.

Lepis had stoked an ire that couldn’t be silenced by the very best memories of torment he had. She’d overpowered and surprised him and that really, really pissed Wolfbane off. He sensed a rising wave of red-hot anger just thinking about how he’d backed off from her and fled. Him, fleeing! Every time his thoughts came to that inescapable conclusion he’d throw a temper like an unsatisfied child, and go around destroying Pangea for a little while.

One could easily mark where he’d been and what corner of this godforsaken kingdom he’d carved out for himself, just by the damage he’d done in fits of anger.

Eventually it came time to stem that rage into more productive action, and so when news of his red woman’s stay in Pangea had finally come across him, Wolfbane set off in search of where she might be kept. He figured they wouldn’t keep her so far tucked away that they couldn’t pull her out when they wanted to, and his best bet at finding her was to start from the western border of the kingdom. He was almost certain that he’d find an old trail to start from there, considering she’d more than likely come this way to serve out her sentence.

How lucky that he should find her instead! “How improbably lucky.” A few voices mingled into his thoughts, barring him with caution that he was quick to shove off in his eagerness to see her again. His ears turned about; something drew his eye and he did pause then, to take a look around. Nothing. Hmph. He turned back to call out to Lilliana, ready to gather her up for some much-needed release, but where she’d been he could only see the quick retreat of her - that same red-gold tail streaming out behind her as she turned and fled.

Without a second thought, Wolfbane flared his wings and took off after her, determined not to be outdone by the quick mare.

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@[Heartfire]