WOLFBANE
There honestly isn’t time to be content; not in the current climate Loess had managed to stir up since his ascension. Looking back now, Wolfbane is hard-pressed to deny a sense of pride at the once quiet kingdom’s burst of activity and importance, but he’s not naive enough or narcissistic enough to forget that it wasn’t himself alone who’d pulled her up by her bootstraps.
There were plenty deserving of recognition and soon enough he’ll get to them all (He must find Titus after this, speak with the upcoming colt about his intentions) but firstly, he’s out looking for a name that had quickly become infamous in the surrounding parts.
Vulgaris: once Paladin now Champion, and long overdue for a proper thanks.
Because Bane is aware that not everyone in Beqanna can fly, he walks - really plods - along a few beaten paths he’s seen the scaled viper tread. His countless flights and border patrol had given the striped pegasus a somewhat concrete idea of just who came and went from their shared territory, so he’s acutely trying to avoid the mare Vulgaris had brought home some time ago.
Nothing was more awkward than a third wheel, and silently the Pirate Lord vows that if he catches wind of them together, he’ll just wait for a more opportune moment. Today though, he’s almost positive that he can find the second-in-command alone and rounding a somewhat obscured bend in the path, he nickers throatily; just a casual hello should anyone be lingering nearby.
|| The Pirate Lord of Loess ||
@[vulgaris] let the bromance begin <3