my words are unerring tools of destruction; Wolfbane

[Wolfbane]

Wolfbane

The shadow Gansey casts is a welcome one. Wolfbane hadn’t expected to be gifted with one of his sibling’s presence, least of all his grullo brother (being the oldest and all) but nonetheless, as the silver-gray stallion circles above with a cry for Bane’s attention, his unexpected hello is met with an equally robust reply.

“It goes …” The striped yearling replies once his brother has landed, sighing deeply with the weight of his next words, “Maybe not as well as it always has, but it goes.”

At the sight of Gansey’s proud wings, Bane’s ruffle atop his shoulders. The dual, white gifts anchored to his spine worked just fine considering the colt’s age, but he longed to master the freedom his smokey sibling knew; the idea of leaving Tephra for good was growing sweeter by the hour. “What have you gotten into recently? Not looking so small these days.” The youngest chirps in a light tease, a lopsided grin exposing one gleaming fang from his otherwise plush, blue mouth.

@[Gansey]