Some animals travel nearly unseen their whole lives, since the world they live in is so large and otherwise occupied. They creep and crawl through shadows or under dirt, make their way into nooks and crannies where most feel safe or protected. Life finds a way and so does Wolfbane, because despite the idea that Aten had meant to subdue his nemesis with chiding words the elder, golden roan had only served to stoke the flames of a menacing fire within. Wolfbane’s blinding pride and monstrous ego will not be sated with a public, verbal lashing.
He wants more. He wants to truly strike fear into the heart of one who had long considered himself safe from such things. So when Bane perches stealthily to watch Aten head north - no doubt for Heartfire, and he hates that - leaving his faithful little dodo falcon behind to report on Taiga in his absence, Wolfbane squirrels away into the dark confines of Taiga as well and slips unnoticed into her shadows and fog. He is infinitesimal and leaves no scent wherever he goes; Turul nor any other animal would not see him coming or smell him going.
He scurries on silent little appendages and hunts down Izora until he finds her and whatever youngling she may or may not have decided to keep around.
“Izora Lethia,” Wolfbane sings her name but the tone of it is highly unpleasant. He appears from nothing, rising up from behind the overgrown roots of a massive tree and stepping out into the clearing of low spring grass, “fancy finding you here.” Bane chuckles, and the solid muscle of his shoulders and hardened belly dance with the movement. His wings flutter and settle down again when slides from the dark into the slanting sunlight of an otherwise pleasant day. Where he stops the flash of glowing rays illuminates him like some glittering demigod; he looks deceivingly cheerful underneath the trademark palomino yellow and iridescent blue stripes.
“I thought we could talk for a little while?”
@[Izora Lethia] thought this might be a bit of fun! <3
He wants more. He wants to truly strike fear into the heart of one who had long considered himself safe from such things. So when Bane perches stealthily to watch Aten head north - no doubt for Heartfire, and he hates that - leaving his faithful little dodo falcon behind to report on Taiga in his absence, Wolfbane squirrels away into the dark confines of Taiga as well and slips unnoticed into her shadows and fog. He is infinitesimal and leaves no scent wherever he goes; Turul nor any other animal would not see him coming or smell him going.
He scurries on silent little appendages and hunts down Izora until he finds her and whatever youngling she may or may not have decided to keep around.
“Izora Lethia,” Wolfbane sings her name but the tone of it is highly unpleasant. He appears from nothing, rising up from behind the overgrown roots of a massive tree and stepping out into the clearing of low spring grass, “fancy finding you here.” Bane chuckles, and the solid muscle of his shoulders and hardened belly dance with the movement. His wings flutter and settle down again when slides from the dark into the slanting sunlight of an otherwise pleasant day. Where he stops the flash of glowing rays illuminates him like some glittering demigod; he looks deceivingly cheerful underneath the trademark palomino yellow and iridescent blue stripes.
“I thought we could talk for a little while?”
@[Izora Lethia] thought this might be a bit of fun! <3
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