show them the joy and the pain and the ending; Wolfbane

[Wolfbane]

WOLFBANE

It would’ve been odd to know that without his prior knowledge, he’d always been on someone’s mind. One thing for certain is that Bane’s going to consider it later and for a much longer moment than he’d ever admit out loud. For her part though, the visiting mare seems content with herself. It’s nearly unsettling to Wolfbane, her oddly tender scrutiny, but he endures it like someone who’s used to having total strangers send them mind-messages. Oddly at ease, as if this sort of thing happened to him every day.

“We haven’t before, huh?” He surmises as the cold ice of her blue eyes sinks into his mind. “Répondez s'il vous plaît not optional, eh.” The drake chuckles, his father’s smirk settling nicely onto the dark curve of his pointed lips. He’s not exactly sure yet if he appreciates this ‘event’ and its unexpected air, regardless of her intent that it should be now or here. “And why do you think that?” Her grandson asks.

There’s a way about her, that’s for sure. Despite the timelessness of her stare, youth nearly close to his own reflects in every blue-black loop, curve, and bend. “Something’s afoot.” Wolfbane knows, sharp senses tingling as he sighs outwardly. The roan female is subtly cock-sure and one of the Lord’s constant irritants was the fact that out there, some of the more magically-gifted creatures here played strange games with other inhabitants. Elite power in the wrong hands could always wield disastrous results. After all, one had turned his own sire into a complete monster.

Still the smirk remains and so does his patience. He’d hardly like to be known as offensive or assumptious, after all.

|| The Pirate Lord of Loess ||

@[Heartfire]