[open] don't let those butterflies out - any

[Wolfbane]

ALL THE DOUBT YOU'RE STANDING IN BETWEEN

What did he say to Castile? That being idle wasn’t in his nature? Something like that, maybe a bit more direct but something like that and it was true. Wolfbane has been at the helm of Taiga for perhaps a month now, give or take, and already he feels well enough in his new position to leave the redwood forest just west of here in order to stretch his wings. 

The ancient woods aren’t like Loess. They don’t allow winged horses much room to practice and the canopy suspended countless meters above them is usually so thick it’s impossible to breach. But the territory he now controls has a few open spots for casual grazing. Breaks in the tapestry of branches that allow streams of sunlight and a horse not unlike himself to lift off the ground for a quick fly.

He’s relaxed when he takes off, letting his hind legs stretch out. His forelegs, wrapped in the same shimmering blue that gives him stripes and an odd mask, are tucked safely to his girth while his stark white wings lift up and then down in lazy, concentric arcs. Before he’d changed and assumed a new power, Bane had only been able to see little blurs of whatever was down below him when he flew. Now, coasting through a pleasantly blue autumn sky, he can still see everything so clearly.

That’s why he doesn’t miss the random appearance of the chestnut mare, or how her expression seems carefree despite her circumstances. She looks up. Bane looks down, deep into the recesses of her shockingly blue eyes, and then drops from the sky to land waist-deep in a sea of whispering grass.

“Morning.” He says to a few nomads, shaking out his thick neck and feeling the way his stiff, trojanesque mane bends from side-to-side with the motion. They nod and continue on with their business. For them, a blue and gold pegasus is commonplace. He marches on.

When it’s clear that he’s intending to approach her, the chestnut female with a dark nose and a rim of smokey eyeshadow, Wolfbane flicks his bright ears in her direction and smirks. The style of it seems both innocent and dangerous, wholly of his own making. He’s a creature who appears very secure in his confidence. 

“I noticed you from there.” The stallion admits, glancing above them for a second and then back to her. A meager explanation, but he assumes she’ll understand since he’s still adjusting both wings against his sides. “Are you here looking for something in particular? Maybe I could help.”

WITH WOUNDS THAT NO ONE ELSE HAS SEEN

WOLFBANE

@[lilliana]