forget all the names we used to know
And so the boy learns. Some lessons are harder than others to accept but with Voltage here to explain, most of the rash anger he’d summoned begins to cool into embarrassment. There were chinks in the armor of a telepath, it would seem - words lacking emotion, empathy were the trick to overthrowing an invasive leech. The last tip Voltage gives actually rouses the bark of a laugh from the muddy colt before Crevan furrows a brow to concentrate a bit too hard on staring at the bloodred stallion he’d recruited.
“You look like the offspring of a donkey fucking a goat.” He relays mentally, breaking the austere composure of his face to burst into further fits of laughter. “Like that?” He sighs heartily, swinging his navy tail with relaxed effort now that the tension between them seems to have passed. Voltage is right, though, they should be moving on and Crevan intends to do just that until another horse approaches from the long shadows of the Forest. With a matted pelt of stark white scars and eyes like blood to offset them, Gryffen’s demeanor serves to lower Crevan’s ears with distaste.
The fact that the white wraith looks over him first only pushes them further into his navy mane. “Taiga is no more.” Gryffen tells them and, unbidden, Crevan’s mouth slacks open. “Circinae…” He breathes incredulously, the shock of news sending him into an unwanted shift. His back arches, snaps, while the hair covering his coat thickens and bleaches out. Shrinking, his body melds quickly together once more and, wholly wolf, he leaps away from them without a second thought except -
Except for Voltage.
Torn, the bone-pale monster skids to a stop and rounds back once more with the lash of his whiptail. Rounded, navy eyes lift to connect with his recruit’s and, quick learner that he is, the boy switches to mind-speak. “I won’t go without you. It could be a trap, after all.” He thinks, lips pulling back in a snarl as his head whips around to glare at Gryffen. “I’ve never met this horse before anyhow.”
“Prove it.” He baits aloud, the sound reverberating past his locked teeth as a vibrating growl while Gryffen now holds his focus. “One lie and I swear -” The boy thinks.
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