Even immortality cannot prevent change, only slow it for a time. If he had noted the strange scars on her breast he might have said something, but he never lingers where he’s not wanted so her past escapes him. Heartfire doesn’t do much in the way of explaining either and in the discourse of a few, paltry phrases she’s smoothed over lost time. Wyrm pictures a stiff hand brushing away the crumbs from some leftover meal. It’s only when she parallels herself to him that he follows suit with her gaze and turns his own eyes to the blanket of snow. Winter at her worst, yet nearing the end. Her off-hand comment about the seemingly ‘new’ Beqanna rouses a brief snicker, “Oh, without a doubt.” He concedes. “But strange is what we do best. Besides, who knows what could be lurking underneath it all …”
The sentence tapers out as his thoughts branch into limitless possibilities. So much to see of this new place, so much to understand. Heartfire could hardly forget the curious nature that dwelled within him anyways, it was the very thing that had led him to her in the beginning. Funny that she should ask what he planned to do with his time now. At once, his thoughts condense and channel into a single purpose, and the once brooding hen of a stallion snaps into his old repertoire. Gently, he tilts his head until she can see the wicked blur of a grin flash over his lips. “I’m tickled that you’re interested, because they involve you.” He divulges.
One ear solemnly rests on her while the other dances sideways, aching to change in some way that he’s incapable of. “From my knowledge there’s a creature inhabiting Beqanna who’s due some payback from yours truly. I plan to make this generational dream a reality.” He tells her, not yet ready to overwhelm her with the minor details. Heartfire was very much a woman of her own mind, in more ways than one. She could just as easily laugh in his face as she could agree to help, so Wyrm plans to deal his cards accordingly. “However, rumor has it that this ‘someone’ possesses a gift eerily similar to yours, though I doubt anywhere near as powerful.” He begins, hoping this will give her reason enough to pause. “I suppose I’d be asking for your help again.”
Everything comes with a price. Wyrm had paid his when he’d visited the Deserts and in exchange he’d been given the ability to take on extinguished lifeforms. Revenge though … this was a whole new realm to the once-shape-changer. “Think of it as an opportunity to finally exercise your gift without restraint - and I mean that in the broadest of terms.” He entices, knowing that Heartfire will more than likely shake her head at the private antics of a green madman. He knew that his vendetta had nothing truly to do with her - only that he needed her (in a sense) to subdue the perpetrator until he could once again sink claws into unworthy flesh. It’s a risky roll of the dice, but for once Wyrm is also willing to bet she’s as bored as he is and that above all, she too misses what she once had.
Like she said, it was a new world - anything was possible.
WYRM
Offspring of Lupei x Zojja
novel time lol <3