One foot toward the gallows || Titus ||

[Wolfbane]

My dreams have all come true

An outlier is like a thread fraying loose from one’s sweater. Obviously out of place, begging to be pulled back into the weave, and snagging on anything it brushes against. Wolfbane, having found himself nearby the one winding river Pampas had to offer, feels that @[Titus] was the thread beginning to unravel. Lately the young stallion was hooking himself onto every passing thought, (since he’d already planned to nail down the spotted youth before the magical outbreak of plague) and only recently had the other horse surpassed those idle reflections to put himself squarely at the forefront of Bane’s mind.

Twice now his eager resident had proven to be an invaluable member. It was high time the two of them got to know one another better.

After leaning in for a crisp drink from the still-flowing water, their leader stepped away from the banks to unsheathe his expansive, white wings before cantering off and flying up into the sky. For the sake of keeping the peace, along with waiting to see who else might come along, Wolfbane hadn’t left the confines of their new territory or ventured to the northern regions of Loess. There wasn’t a reward in his mind equal to the risk of exposure, and thus far no one (except Arthas) had threatened his few remaining citizens and their quiet existence.

That wasn’t to say it couldn’t be done and today of all days, the once Lord feels that the weather and circumstances are good enough for both a trip and some company. Normally he’d think to take Lepis but his paramour was inhibited by pregnancy. He wouldn’t dare to put her in a position that would test her own life or the life of their unborn, but he thinks that a flight with a hint of danger could be the thing a restless young pegasus might enjoy. Not too long ago he’d been in those shoes himself, wanting nothing more than to flee the shadow of Tephra’s volcano and his father’s misguided abuse. At the time it seemed his homeland had nothing to offer him and looking back on that now, the mercenary brute fears Titus might be inclined towards leaving Loess altogether.

These unfounded fears drift away in the breeze once Bane spies his target below, calling out in a throaty whinny as he drops lower and circles just above where Titus is poised. With little effort and much practice beforehand, the bristle-maned drake lands near him easily enough and clips from a wide trot down to a stiff legged halt, chest lightly heaving and a flat-toothed smile at the ready. “Want to get out of here for a little while?” He asks, “I haven’t seen the ‘new’ Beqanna yet, and two sets of eyes are better than one.”

Like all good nightmares do