[private] you’ll ask for a match and I’ll give you a wildfire, Wolfbane

[Wolfbane]

Spring arrives on the bare heels of winter, and Wolfbane watches horses come and go from Taiga bit by bit. Here or there, in the sky above or under the earth they tread on, Wolfbane is listening and watching, always. He avoids only one of them because Lepis means more to him alive than she does dead and, certainly, he’d be driven to kill her if the two had another opportunity to fight. Everyone else is observed quietly until Starsin arrives.

With her glowing marks and limber little body, Castile’s advisor and Syvla’s placeholder deserves a red-carpet welcome so she gets one by way of Bane’s unmistakably sudden and somewhat off putting appearance out of what seems like the fog itself. One moment Starsin is alone, traversing the redwoods and making quaint crunching sounds as she goes, the next she is not alone.

Wolfbane is there, mid-step from appearing around the bend and sharpening the closer he comes.

Like herself it’s hard to miss him, dressed up in his blues and trademark gold. The wings are there as well, positioned comfortably over his back and dipping gently each stride he takes. “You like games, Starsin.” He calls out, familiar and warm despite them only having met once.

One time was enough, a bitter voice inside of him remembers, could look at her again though, great ass another retorts and mutually, they all seem to agree on this idea. The bad and the good have balance on occasion. Shut the fuck up he tells himself, then, “So lets play.” Wolfbane smiles, coming to block her direct path with the weight of his bulk.

“If I… oh, I don’t know, rounded up a dozen or so little foals and one of them was a child of yours,” He paints her a picture, all of his previous thoughts focusing on the image inside of his mind he’s trying to relay to this unexpected but most welcome of guests, “if I made it so that they all couldn’t speak,” He’ll leave that one up to her imagination, “and then forced them all to think of your name - would you know which one was yours by their thoughts alone?” He wonders.

What a stupid analogy, that same nasty voice tells him. Thoughts not being individual to the thinker, it scoffs, no he scoffs at himself. His practiced little smile falters for a moment. Shut the fuck up he keeps having to remind himself. But it was hard when so many sides of you had their own opinion.

@[Starsin]