[mature] Castle on the hill || Celest ||

[Wolfbane]

My dreams have all come true

There was never any joy in the game. Not this game, anyhow. The game of red and lies. Asking him a question she already knew the answer to gives him pause, however. Wolfbane ponders over whether it was the revulsion or the withdrawal that soothed her, and from where he stands only flicks a white tail in response to her assumption of his duties. “I’m looking for a murderer.” He speaks routinely, right on the heels of her flippant dismissal. The pegasus wants her to know he’d only been waiting for her overeager mouth to shut in order for him to finally get a word in edgewise.

He’s not interested in the bait, like she so clearly is.

“Or a mare.” He tells her in the same dry response. In the dead silence of the wood around them his sigh seems drawn and heavy, accentuating the crunch of his hooves when Bane moves forward again. The Lord has decidedly gotten what he wanted out of their … interaction, so the lack of steel in his gaze should insinuate to her there’ll be no parlor tricks this time. He’s more interested in the truth than measuring level headedness. “Are you called Jackel, by any chance?”

The drake stops. If she’s lying, he’ll never know the truth anyway, but something inside of him is honing questions over the whetstones of why she was hiding out here to begin with and if she knew anything she shouldn’t. Jackel or not, the teal mare’s appearance alone is reason enough for him to hang around.

Like all good nightmares do

@[Celest]