[mature] Castle on the hill || Celest ||

[Wolfbane]

WOLFBANE

He hardly notices the flash of light; in fact he passes overtop it, content to ignore whatever lingered in Sylva’s claw-like shadows beneath a crimson and gold cover.

Could’ve been nothing. Could’ve been anything, really.

And yet, Wolfbane is somehow mindlessly circling around to coast over the same spot once more, lower. “There it is…” He notes, a flare of shimmering teal sticking out sorely from the honey-crisp tones surrounding it and though he’s loath to push aside his current plans for a mystery, curiosity nabs him and brings him down to earth.

Sylva was never a welcoming place for Bane, not because of the inhabitants or reputation, but because the snarling twigs and grasping roots of her woods made his journey inwards a difficult ordeal. He could squeeze both wings against his ribs, tread carefully and glance through endless rows of similar-looking trees only to be confronted again and again with the blatant truth that horses built in his shape were meant for open plains.

He sighs through fangs, circling on foot past a familiar-looking landmark without successfully avoiding a half submerged rock, cursing “Oh for fucks sake.” in a clenched hiss. Doubts (several of them) begin to arise over the futility of this particular adventure until he stops, dead silent, head and eyes snapping into a rigorous stillness.

Perhaps if he waited the answer might reveal itself.

|| The Pirate Lord of Loess ||

@[Celest] distract him please??