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[Wolfbane]

I believe I'd die if I only could

I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good

Ironically enough, Wolfbane’s manipulative power (both outer and inner) was hardly a strong enough power that he’d be any real threat to a horse who wielded true magic. Against a spell or two his body was weak - susceptible to the countless faults any one body could have - and he could’ve been struck down in the very prime of his curse. A broken bone, a nasty infection, maybe a good drowning… all would’ve done the trick. He wouldn’t even pose much of a real threat to any regular horse who outweighed him.

But @[Neverwhere]’s teeth find good purchase on his soft skin and they dig before ripping up the tender flesh, only they rip and tear fruitlessly. Each time she bludgeoned him, the offending blow was fixed seconds later, completely healed by his own powers of self-preservation. As fast as the bald-faced bitch could bite, he could just as easily heal, and so her blows landed squarely each time without much of a difference. Her blunt foreteeth burst one of his many eyes, but another two popped up elsewhere to take the place of the one he’d lost. Just like in the Field, he regenerated his health at an alarming speed.

Too quickly for any one hit to be fatal or to slow him down. Too quickly for him to die, and this is the reason he’s persisted throughout the years: because so far, nothing’s been able to kill him.

Neverwhere makes the same mistake twice, attempting to bait him, but the passion for Wolfbane isn’t in the fight anymore, it’s in the eventual victory they both know is coming. He’s waited long enough to hear her final words and to listen to the last few gasps of breath coming out of her mouth; he won’t be bothered by what she has to say. In fact he smiled through the grip he’d gotten on her withers, and jerked his head forcefully when the old title of ‘Commandant’ was brought up into their one-sided conversation. Perhaps she could feel that.

He’d already sprouted another set of grotesque limbs by the time she got to Heartfire’s name, and when she claimed the sight-seer was watching them, well… Bane was all too eager to wrap the thin, clawed arms around her neck to hold her just as close as he liked. “Let’s give ‘er something worth watching, eh?” He mumbled, popping his teeth free for a moment while he shifted his body weight around.

Somewhere in the cacophony of it all he ended up where he’d least expected. He fully envisioned her dying at this point - there seemed to be blood everywhere, despite the torrent of rain. What did it matter if he debased and defiled her beforehand? “Force her.” His thoughts commanded, so Wolfbane did his best. The set of extra limbs he’d grown were grasping at her flanks, her barrel, anywhere to help him gain traction and pull him up on top of her. With mud caking his body and sweat beginning to build on his skin, Wolfbane never once paused to consider what exactly he was doing before it was already done.

It just… happened. The hailstorm left him slick with moisture and tattered from the downpour, but Wolfbane laughed and shouted his pleasure all the same, emboldened by the fact that this sort of conquest was giving him an acutely different sort of pleasure when compared to the time he’d spent with Lilliana. He felt… amused. “Here,” He raged, gasping and shuddering as he ground his hips into hers - like it had been her doing, like she had wanted this, “something you can share with your beloved Lilli.” He mocked her with an ugly face, hoping that those words would keep her company. He gazed at her coldly and wished her a most painful, especially slow death, and then swiped at her with one of the limbs hanging by his sides where wings should be, lest she start struggling even more.

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