[mature] turn your face towards the sun

[Wolfbane]

I believe I'd die if I only could

I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good

It wasn’t really about the sex. It was about sadism. About making the horses subject to his torture all the more embarrassed and humilated during that torture. It was about power, absolute, and the feeling of having the upper hand in matters of life and death concerning his victims. Wolfbane hadn’t started his encounters with Lilliana, Neverwhere, and Lepis under the assumption that it would lead to impulsive gratification, but somewhere in the heat of a blinding rage he’d lost control.

His current victim is lucky that she has her own arsenal of weapons to help lull that rage. Wolfbane’s not in a mood to be careful or considerate, but all the same her energy flows through the wash of red he sees: peace slows him down, unclenching his grasp a bit, and the aftereffects of mercy and sympathy are enough to convince him that she needn’t die uselessly today. The skinwalker actually paused; he blinked. A dull throbbing in his head made him push away from Lepis violently.

He hadn’t even realized that she’d been talking, and so the satisfactory pop of her heel against his chest drove Bane further back, shaking his head.

He wanted the anger to be in control, nothing else, and Lepis was making that impossible. What should he do with her now? For a moment he felt exposed, driven away from the quarry by her own magic and stumbling backwards through the saltwater growth, away from Crescent Lake. Should he ignore the residue of her powers and try to kill her anyways? Would it even be possible?

His eyes flashed in the night, but the feeling of Lepis’ emotional manipulation was like a thin membrane over every other thought he might possibly have. Her fabricated feelings were a residue over his real ones, and try as he might to summon a newborn hatred for her, Wolfbane couldn’t. He just… couldn’t. Knowing what he did about his ex-wife meant nothing, if he couldn’t prevent her from attacking him like that, so it was best to go - and go quickly.

With a jerk of his forearm, Wolfbane flexed and dug his claws into the sand and dirt, flinging it up into Lepis’ face if she’d turned to look. He was exhausted, heaving and snorting by trying to fight off the waning sympathy and by trying to shift out of Castile’s horrid skin. Tired, and more dangerous than before; he would risk nothing and fight until the last breath, and suddenly this felt as if it might become that: a cornered battle to the end. “No, she will not have that.” Wyrm berated him, and the thoughts became more than words rattling around in Wolfbane’s overcrowded skull.

A warm energy expanded through his limbs and like that, Bane vanished. The last of his conscious energy had been used up; he burrowed into the dark earth and was lost among the roots and rocks of Loess. Escaped, again, but closer than ever before to making a fatal mistake.

He’d underestimated @[Lepis].
Never again.

For this thread:  Sex: M  ◉  Appearance: Disguised as Castile  ◉  Mood: Dangerous