things i wish i had not said, any

[Wolfbane]

ALL THE DOUBT YOU'RE STANDING IN BETWEEN

Taiga was suffocating under a humid cloud. The wetness clung to everything and thickened into a soup that hovered over the damp, soft ground. Dew glistened on prehistoric fern leaves, so many of them in some places that the forest floor was completely obscured by their overlapping shade, and Wolfbane found himself standing within them quietly meditating. His eyes were peacefully closed against the already dim light, seeking darkness. This was one of the few times he’d gotten to spend alone since Celina’s birth and he’s using the moment to practice with his new powers.

Since eating the heart of another horse had done this to him, it’d been a slow journey of self-discovery. There were moments like this when he felt relaxed and capable, close to feeling like his old self, and then there were moments when the magic basically fucked him over and more or less took control. When that happened, there really wasn’t a way Bane could curb the outcome.

The latter of the two moments happened when Jakub recently surprised him with a visit (thinking about it broke his concentration and made him grimace,) which, sad to say, wasn’t the first time Wolfbane let the strange manipulation-ability have the upper hand. Today he was trying as best he could to focus inward and get a feel for his personal magic, to better understand how he could manage it in the future.

It would come as a welcome relief to not have to constantly fight himself in order to achieve desired results.

He inhaled and began again, only to be interrupted by the knowledge that a new scent on the heavy breeze meant a new-comer. Opening his eyes, Wolfbane bit back a deep sigh and rolled away from the secluded ocean of ferns. He trotted briskly away, wings bouncing along and sweat gathering in every crevice, hoping that it wouldn’t be another curious Easterner come to ‘see how things were going’.

“Oh good.” Bane muttered, appearing suddenly and quietly as if he’d been there the entire time, expecting Bethlehem. No twig snapped or hoof stomped to announce his approach, nothing out of the ordinary silence at all. He was just there, and the bay stallion could puzzle over the how any way he liked. “A wayfarer on my doorstep.” The odd pegasus jeered indifferently.

WITH WOUNDS THAT NO ONE ELSE HAS SEEN

WOLFBANE

@[bethlehem]