[open] lost in the woods; any

[Wolfbane]

I believe I'd die if I only could

I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good

Horses believed what they wanted to, @[Lepis] wasn’t any different. She turned her head and gave him a look; stormy skies encapsulated and distilled down to an artful glance. What her eyes saw was no different from what any other horse would see, and she believed it just as much as she believed the praise Tipper eagerly gave her. Wolfbane wouldn’t have been so sure without that look. He watched her and felt high off it, knowing the entire time he’d played the long game well enough to put her off the scent of suspicion. He’d become the wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Laugh for laugh, he watches Lepis behind the mask and feels that sickly sweet feeling of victory. To have this unnamed power over her… knowing things about himself and her as well, knowing but saying nothing for the twisted joy of it. It’s a dark and empty victory and it won’t last. He won’t allow it, not for too long anyway. Not when he can taste the hate she’ll harbor against him afterwards, or how he’ll subsist on the idea that his ex-wife will probably beat herself up for having let him get so close again after threatening him away from Loess and their children.

No… it was fun to toy around with Lepis, much more fun to break her down again and again.
They’re both very good at manipulating. This fake little show is just proof of that knowledge.

“I think the female sex of our world aren’t credited nearly enough with their ferocity. You’re welcome.” Tipper dipped his head briefly. Then he shifted and popped a heel up, quite at ease since their initial introductions had turned into an hour-long conversation. The sun kept up its journey; the shadows shifted and gave away the time. “I’d say it’s our experiences that make me talk like that.” the Unicorn flicks his colorful tail, “Not that we’re so different, you and I. Just that we’ve lived differently. That’s all.” He grins, warmer and warmer each time.

Probably an assumption any regular, defacto nomad would make. That the royal equines and their descendants have lived a cushiony fairytale while the rest of Beqanna’s unknowns scrambled for purpose when none had been given to them. Wolfbane wonders what Lepis would’ve been, had she not been born into the crown. But Tipper wouldn’t have those thoughts… or would he?

“You’re probably right though.” He pipes up again after pausing. “We’re both Loessian’s, I guess. I came here because after all the years of making it on my own, I figured I still had something to prove. Made me want to better myself… be more than just ‘Tipp’ for once.” He says, a personal allusion to the reality of who he really was under this skin. “Don't you feel trapped by your duty here?”

For this thread:  Sex: M  ◉  Appearance: Unicorn  ◉  Mood: Pleasant