[private] Bloodfeather || Lepis ||

[Wolfbane]

ALL THE DOUBT YOU'RE STANDING IN BETWEEN

Yes, he thinks, time to go. Her bulky mate leans his shoulder against hers, the one she’s not fidgeting with, and sighs deeply. Summer was ending. The last dregs of warm, easy-going weather were draining away and the sun is setting a bit earlier each evening. Wolfbane blinks away the sting of a high breeze, settles into the comforting way she preens his feathers and not her own before nodding his agreement.

They’ve discussed this move at length, several times.
It might have felt raw to go too early after laying Gale to rest. Plenty of time has passed since then, though. Hyaline hosted a gala. The two kingdoms at war were silent again. But between Lepis and her husband nothing is forgotten. Their pain was unbearable until it hardened into resolve. Now they’re working on sharpening that feeling, honing it into a fine point.

Bane is patient enough to see that spearhead one day thrust into the writhing bowels of the one who took Gale away from them.

His wife asks a question that pulls him out of that dark place and into the present. She draws his inquisitive gaze down to the flat top of their spire, where many rocks litter the surface in all shapes and sizes. One in particular suits her interest. “Hilarious,” He smirks, flashing her a wicked grin, “all on the flip of a stone.”

Neither Taiga nor Nerine would know what hit them.

She swoops down. Grabs the two-toned item and flicks it into the air with a neat spin. The seconds tick by, leaving him transfixed on the way it flips head over end, red over yellow, Nerine or Taiga. They both watch it clatter and skid to a stop.

“Age before beauty.” Her winged companion sweeps into a mock bow, turning near to his beloved. The glittering edges of his lips press against her temple. His wings flare in a brilliant flash of white. “See you there.” He whispers.

In the next instant he plummets over the sharp edge and flaps away into the near horizon, leaving her the duty of informing their children while he takes the first flight towards their future.

WITH WOUNDS THAT NO ONE ELSE HAS SEEN

WOLFBANE

@[Lepis]