[private] you can't fight this twisted fantasy; Wolfbane

[Wolfbane]

I believe I'd die if I only could

I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good

Lately, he’d been busy dwelling on the fantasy of the past season’s torment. It wasn’t enough to dream about it at night; Wolfbane enjoyed thinking about each encounter during the day as well. How could he forget the way Lilliana had run? The stream of her copper tail as it floated out behind her while he gave chase? She’d stopped, but it was for the boys. If she hadn’t, he would’ve certainly gone back for them. And Neverwhere… he thought of her often. The way his claws had dug into her skin, how bloody she’d been at the end. The weather had been such a delight, and he could almost feel the phantom touch of her skin under his belly. He liked that thought very much.

Lepis had given him enough to think about as well. Her final request, which he’d only really had time to sort out much later, gave rise to a sickening, triumphant ego boost when he did his best to remember the way she half-begged. He’d been hurting her, when he wanted to do more. She was infinitely lucky that he hadn’t done more. But every time he tried to replay the last moments of their interaction, Wolfbane fell into a sour mood. A wash of discontent overtook him and he’d snarl and shake his head, drive away the memory and turn back to remembering Lilli’s cries (passionate or painful?) and the wet, heavy sound of Never’s body falling into the mud.

But it wasn’t enough.

Lepis had stoked an ire that couldn’t be silenced by the very best memories of torment he had. She’d overpowered and surprised him and that really, really pissed Wolfbane off. He sensed a rising wave of red-hot anger just thinking about how he’d backed off from her and fled. Him, fleeing! Every time his thoughts came to that inescapable conclusion he’d throw a temper like an unsatisfied child, and go around destroying Pangea for a little while.

One could easily mark where he’d been and what corner of this godforsaken kingdom he’d carved out for himself, just by the damage he’d done in fits of anger.

Eventually it came time to stem that rage into more productive action, and so when news of his red woman’s stay in Pangea had finally come across him, Wolfbane set off in search of where she might be kept. He figured they wouldn’t keep her so far tucked away that they couldn’t pull her out when they wanted to, and his best bet at finding her was to start from the western border of the kingdom. He was almost certain that he’d find an old trail to start from there, considering she’d more than likely come this way to serve out her sentence.

How lucky that he should find her instead! “How improbably lucky.” A few voices mingled into his thoughts, barring him with caution that he was quick to shove off in his eagerness to see her again. His ears turned about; something drew his eye and he did pause then, to take a look around. Nothing. Hmph. He turned back to call out to Lilliana, ready to gather her up for some much-needed release, but where she’d been he could only see the quick retreat of her - that same red-gold tail streaming out behind her as she turned and fled.

Without a second thought, Wolfbane flared his wings and took off after her, determined not to be outdone by the quick mare.

For this thread:  Sex: M  ◉  Appearance: Normal  ◉  Mood: Irate

@[Heartfire]