[private] where believers concede; bane

[Wolfbane]

I believe I'd die if I only could

I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good

Wolfbane wasn’t looking for anything in particular when he’d first spied @[Breckin] in the woods. He hadn’t been going anywhere in particular either, just keeping close to the tight borders of the northern territories that interested him most because of who was currently living there. If he was correct in his assumptions, he’d have three distinct reasons to keep prowling these borders, too; all three reasons having to do with his “encounters” between Lilliana, Lepis, and (surprisingly) Neverwhere. Three very good, very solid reasons as to why he’d be in the Forest during a bleak winter season.

Breckin seemed directionless to him, though. No reason or rhyme that he could guess at when she first passed underneath the branch he’d perched upon. Disguised as your typical barn owl, the shape-shifter Wolfbane peered down at the speckled, knabstrup mare with his infinitely wise eyes and said nothing, did nothing but watch. “Not her.” Wyrm tried to dissuade him from lifting off the branch into a silent, swooping flight to follow after the wandering horse once she’d moved on. “Perhaps a great-granddaughter.” Longclaw also tried to reason with him. They saw no reason in pursuing the unknown.

“What’s she doing out here?” He and Lupei wondered to themselves, alighting on another branch just shy of the River to watch her wade into the water’s current. To the chagrin of his other two personalities, Bane and his great-grandsire’s thoughts aligned on the impossible. This horse was Breckin, somehow? Wasn’t it?

He flicked his brown wings out from his sides and soared over the tumbling river stream, flapping a bit as he extended his claws to touch down on the other side of the River where Breckin had emerged and kept on her way. If anyone had seen him land they would’ve seen a glimmer - like a metallic shiver of light - as it passed over his skin, and then they would’ve had to look again to confirm what their eyes saw.

A stallion had taken the place of the owl, and his still-brown wings were rapidly melting back into the skin along his spine and over his shoulders, as if he were absorbing them. Wolfbane sighed a pleasant gust of air as the final few feathers morphed back into the familiar gold-and-blue of his coat pattern, and blinked away the amber color of his eyes until they had returned to his pleasant olive green drab. He whuffed the crisp air, tasting it on his tongue to distinguish Breckin’s scent, and followed the ribboning trail through the sparsening trees until his arrival gave her a reason to notice him.

“Doesn’t look like you’re going anywhere at all, really.” He commented on her earlier path which had brought her to the grandfather oak. She seemed lovely and out-of-place underneath its bare, stretching limbs. He stepped forward, lengthening his stride since this one particular tree had pushed away any nearby competition, and left tracks on the bare, ruddy ground beside Breckin’s own. “And you’ve got a little…” Wolfbane nodded his head in the direction of her own, indicating the thin trickle of drying blood between her eyes.

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