[private] .:Bloodfeather:. (Heartfire)

[Wolfbane]

He wasn’t sure how much time he’d have before meeting Wyrm and it felt like that hour was rushing toward him. Wolfbane, tired from a journey that had been doubled by his short attention span, looked down from where he was flying to see Nerine and her cliffs before sighing deeply. Somewhere in those harsh moors was Heartfire, no doubt already aware that he’d been making his way towards her. For once that fact didn’t disturb Bane; her knowledge was soon to be his only means of survival. He should really start appreciating it more.

Quietly he tilted in the sky, swooping down in a wide arc that became a slow, looping descent. As he touched blue hooves to the tundra-like kingdom and came to a stop, a light rain began to pour from the heavens - the first signs of spring. That meant Lepis would be arriving shortly. Another reminder of how little time he had to prepare for the inevitable.

A bit irritated and mostly stressed, the stiff-maned pegasus folded his wings to his golden sides and strode off into the heart of a kingdom he felt could practically be his second home. Picking his way over the tough landscape, dusted by the near constant misting, Wolfbane couldn’t help but feel that at any moment Wishbone might appear. If not her, than surely Breckin would intercept him, dressed in her trademark spots.

However, black mud started to coat his legs instead. There wasn’t a flicker of the two mares who might’ve pulled him back here, no matter how much he walked or searched. Only their ghosts remained to haunt his quiet trespassing, flickering out of the rain in the corner of his eyes. It wasn’t until he came across the expanse of a mighty, gray-looking lake that a figure (certainly real and not made from memory) began to take shape in the distance.

Raising one wing over his head for cover, Wolfbane narrowed his vision and slowed to a stop. “Grandmere?” His voice rang out against the silence.

Refugee of Loess : Member of the Southlands

Wolfbane

@[Heartfire]