[private] where believers concede; bane

[Wolfbane]

I believe I'd die if I only could

I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good

His suspicions confirmed, Wolfbane watched the knabstrup mare respond to him with a mixture of curiosity and caution. This horse was @[Breckin]; of that he was positive. But the atmosphere surrounding her felt alien, almost. As if a stranger inhabited her body. “The irony.” He thought, flicking an ear around and back up again. She commented dryly enough about her situation, and Bane waited patiently for the spark of recognition that never came. A scattered wind blew, chilling him right through his sleek hide, but the stallion with a bristling, white mane never shivered. He just smiled.

“Some type of maintenance.” He laughed stiffly.

He moved closer, each falling hoof a dull thud because the ground had grown so hard in the colder temperatures. The sound echoed quietly around them, moving with him as the space between the two grew smaller and smaller, and the woods felt as if they were leaning in too - towards the only source of sound and movement in the otherwise deadened forest. Breckin hardly stood out; Wolfbane looked like a handful of brilliant jewels thrown out across the snow. Even his stripes twinkled, glinting and flashing whenever the hard muscles underneath made them jump.

Now that he could inspect the injury to her forehead from a closer angle, Bane replied truthfully, “Not at all. Just thought you’d want some recognition on a job well-done.” His smile faltered. “Good job, Breckin. You’ve finally knocked some sense into yourself.”

For this thread:  Sex: M  ◉  Appearance: Normal, no wings  ◉  Mood: Subdued

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