so show me where my armor ends; wolfbane

[Wolfbane]

He was so confused, before her. Chasing the dragon’s tail through Nerine that never wanted to be caught and coming home to her, always to her. Every time Lepis touches him those memories burn bright to remind him where his center lies. Here in Loess, with her. Always with her. She had been the key to unlocking those hidden parts of himself time and time again, and when Ilma had taken her away hadn’t he recognized then just how much she meant? He would’ve cast this whole place into hell to bring her back, but Lepis came home of her own design and since that day Wolfbane had let her light settle into those places he’d reserved for one and only one woman.

His shadowy mouth grins at the touch of her lips against his neck. Perhaps Vulgaris (and maybe even a part of Castile) would disagree, however they knew him for his honor to kin and if they didn’t, then soon enough they would. The lands outside these had been his playthings, their inhabitants chess pieces, but the day he’d returned from looking for Wishbone he’d pledged to live his life for this Kingdom and he’d meant it - in whatever shape or form best suited that need.

Their nest does well to shield them from winter in this place and still he draws closer to her, down to the darkening shape of her withers where he can breath warmly into the crook of her wing. He listens, twisting his ears sharply at her suggestion of leaving. 
What’s this?

Blue ink against buff-colored dun, his nose rises along the ever-lovely curve of her neck without losing touch until she pulls away again. The way she words her request is careful; his wife has given this plenty of thought. She reminds him of how precisely intertwined their family is to Castile’s, how a thing like that could continue to be beneficial in the years to come. Silently, Bane won’t disagree. “Sylva?” He questions her - just this once. He measures her for even the slightest hint of doubt and then draws back from that with only the look of her luminous face in his eyes.

“Perhaps it is.” He admits, smirking. “We’ll go to Castile in the morning… he has the authority to replace Sinner and Mary without bloodshed or violence. Unless you’d prefer it that way.” Her mate shrugs, content with either idea.

Refugee of Loess : Member of the Southlands

Wolfbane

@[Lepis]