[private] The Sweet Sting || Lilliana ||

[Wolfbane]

I believe I'd die if I only could

I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good

Deep in his subconscious, Wolfbane knows that somewhere, out there, some horse is able to see what he’s seeing unfold in front him, and he still can’t help himself from staring at @[lilliana]’s face. Watching her was giving too much of himself away - to Lilliana, to whoever was watching - but he kept staring. He liked watching her face fall into a mode of despair. The way the light in her seemed to dim, especially when their sons were coming closer and closer towards the edge of a great divide, was like a heaven to him. He was getting his revenge through staring: by watching her helplessness and feeling her bitter anger, Wolfbane felt vindicated for ever having fallen in love with her in the first place.

Temptress, sorceress, siren! He thought, not childlike at all. But his face was young and unbothered, and in the moment he could turn his focus away from Lilliana and back where it belonged: on Nashua and Yanhua, who’d finally begun to come out of his shell.

“Uh, yea, of course I can teach you later!” The young colt Wolfbane rolled his eyes with a pssh sort of sound. No big deal. “And don’t worry ‘bout Yan. He’ll be plenty good at other stuff.” Baby Bane sounded very sure of this fact, closing his eyes for a second while he nodded his blue-and-yellow head. His stiff little mane waved. He knew better than most what lurked under the skin, even if he had no way of knowing what Yanhua was fully capable of.

There were bones his wingless son hadn’t yet grown into, like baby teeth waiting to sprout. Wolfbane looked up and watched the way Lilli moved, carefully and calmly towards their younger boy, and the envy of not being able to join her flared hot inside of Bane’s chest. They both struggled, in different ways, and both won out for control. In the end her suggestion left him gloating anyways, and that sensation was quick to drown out the other.

“Yes!” He crooned, triumphant, even if his voice broke at the end there. Again Lilliana is the reason he doesn’t resort to bloody violence, and for that Wolfbane skipped forward on shimmering blue hooves to greet the other horses. He paused eagerly near Nashua, his wings tilting with his unsteady but youthful confidence in balance, and waited to exchange that first touch, asking, “Who’s gonna be the seeker?” before turning to entice Yanhua forward with an eager, playful grin.

For this thread:  Sex: M  ◉  Appearance: Foal, but normal  ◉  Mood: Subdued