Lost in the deep end // Any

[Wolfbane]

WOLFBANE

Sure, Tyr was blind and maybe to a less-aggravated character that would’ve been enough of a reason to go easy on him, but Wolfbane is operating on a new agenda these days. He doesn’t care for how Tyr backs away into the relative safety of the tree at his back, or how he ducks his head like a pitiful foal. Bane has seen blind horses before and one in particular has bigger balls than most stallions with two perfectly good eyes. To him this frightened, feral creature is just another nobody hoping to pass underneath the radar, except he’s come across one horse who hates two things in particular:

Nomads and being interrupted.

Before Aten even nears them Bane is looking in the direction he’ll approach from, one ear trained toward Tyr and the other expectantly positioned on the path where Aten appears moments later, snorting. Look at this sad, pathetic show of bravado, one voice snivels inside Bane’s head. The rest are aware that he’s been tattled on and Bane wonders idly where he might find that overstuffed pet Turul. He’d like to wring the birds neck and pluck his feathers out one by one, before making Aten watch as he devoured the nosy little companion. It would be deserved, for always butting in where he didn’t belong.

“I’ll get to you in a second.” He promises Tyr once the midnight-colored stallion acquiesced to his demands for an explanation. Otherwise his bi-colored eyes and stern expression are honed in on Aten.

“I don’t give a shit about what you think, Aten. If I wanted the advice of a decrepit,” The shape-shifter inhaled loudly, marking what he knew was aging flesh on the bones of a Taigan who’d opposed him from the moment he’d arrived. “sniveling little weasel I would’ve asked for it. But I didn’t, did I?” Bane accused rhetorically. In his mind he amazed himself at how calm he’d been dealing with this particular nuisance before - it shocked him now that he’d ever considered peace with such a worm.

But even worms have their weaknesses.

“You annoy me, and do you know what I do to those who annoy me?” Wolfbane posed the question for both of the stallions present, in case Tyr might doubt who had the final say about anything in Taiga. “I hurt them. And if you even think about mouthing off to me again Aten I will leave this spot and find Izora - would you like that? - I will find her, Aten, and I will hurt her and while she is hurting, I’ll make sure to let her know it was because you couldn’t leave well enough alone.” He explained quite calmly, despite the abject horror he was describing - no promising in front of an unwilling witness.

He waited a moment, then his head flicked forward and he spoke directly to Tyr. “Lilliana, I know her. She’s our best recruit and a personal favorite of mine.” The oddly stoic pegasus commented. “So long as she vouches for you, you can stay.” He answered evenly, battling to keep his thoughts off the quiet buckskin mare Aten seemed to cherish so much. Maybe you should pay her a visit anyway, a single thought crept forward, making Bane smile. It’s about time the playing field was evened out.

Commandant of Taiga // Champion of Loess

@[Tyr] @[Aten]