Create, explore, expand, conquer || Arthas, any ||

[Wolfbane]

WOLFBANE

It felt somewhere just beyond refreshing to be in the company of a horse who knew you, perhaps even loved you like his own. Arthas had always encouraged and guided Bane when he was finding his way to a precarious manhood, and still he continues to do so from afar - offering the resources now aided to him from taking Sylva for his own, should Loess need them. “Vice versa, you can always count on Loess to swoop in and save the day.” Wolfbane replied shortly, settling into a comfortable position for the news to come.

There’s plenty of it, too.

A young king in Tephra - Warrick finally overthrown, eh? But what was more interesting was the boys intention of total neutrality; oddly a weak move for someone who ousted a leader that’d been there for generations now. “So he can’t decide on anything but doing what someone else has already done …” Bane considers, and having never met Kromium, concluded instantly that the stallion was the least of his worries.

Of course he focuses intently when Breckin’s name comes up, a wry smile twisting at his shadowy lips while Arthas described her intentions. He can hardly hold his composure at the threat his old mentor carries along, but loses all control and breaks into raucous laughter when the irritation of Hyaline’s actions muddies their conversation. “They’re angry as hell that we’ve done it again,” Bane chuckles, “joined Loess and Syvla together through our friendship. Makes us a whopping landmass of trouble.” The striped drake sighs, glad he’s made this trip.

What’s more amusing is the fact that given the chance, they’d all do it too. Hyaline herself was intent on having that from Loess’s northern border. It’s just that Wolfbane isn’t stupid enough to discredit the value of his kingdom, not like others had before.

“Patience, old bear. For now, thanks to Nerine, we’ve got until the new year to rest easy. I’m searching hard for inspiration on the next contract.” He pledges, hoping to ease some of the gray’s agitation. “And Ischia?” Bane questions on a whim, “No word from them?”

|| The Pirate Lord of Loess ||

@[Arthas]