chew it up and swallow it, any

[Wolfbane]

Once there had been loyalty, a quick and earnest friendship. Had it already been so long ago that Wolfbane and Vulgaris had exchanged the same looks that now pass between the viper and Castile? The pegasus watches it all unfold quietly, earnestly listening to the idle threats thrown back to back at him. He seems to forget Bane thinks, that once upon a time they’d stood together and watched a vision of Dovev hand the snake’s ass on a platter to him. He seems to forget Bane remembers, that afterwards the fallen champion had limped back here to nurse his wounds.

There’s no laughter in his eyes or anger either, anymore.
No - he sees now that it’ll take another dose to make Vulgaris humble again.

Castile, on the other hand, gathers only the slight raise of Wolfbane’s brow. He’ll get his entertainment soon enough, but the idea of Wolfbane's own legs being torn free from his body as a means of that entertainment tells him much more about the dragon than when they’d initially met. He wonders if Castile or Vulgaris are aware that they’d grow back; even venom rotting in his veins would eventually be overturned and made fresh again.

The two beasts facing each other were more evenly matched than they realized.

How unfair was it that something once considered so important to the two now seemed like a platform for basic member measuring? He wants to taunt Vulgaris mercilessly, tell him that after he finishes with the snake he’ll find Leliana and ask if she’d like a taste too, (how many other lovers had she seen besides Dovev? Did it matter, really?) but he inhales deeply and finally smiles when Castile mentions that he’ll open the challenge up for others as well.

“Perfect.” Bane agrees. The chances of Vulgaris remaining champion had just lessened, and those were odds he favoured. “All’s settled then. We pick a day and place, the sooner the better.” He rumbles, shifting his wings as an afterthought. Something about the look in those slit, venomous eyes told him there’d be very little disagreement. Why, he wants to ask, would you fight for this but give up the throne?

Senseless.

Refugee of Loess : Member of the Southlands

Wolfbane

@[vulgaris] @[Castile]