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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


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    #11

    I believe I'd die if I only could

    I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good

    Bane thinks the worst thing about physically being alive is constantly having to watch as more and more ties sever themselves from him. Lepis, @[lilliana], Sanity - snip, snip, snip! Until there’s nothing and no one left but himself. The loneliness alone could drive him beyond insanity (and the logical proof of that is what happened to his great descendant, Lupei, so long ago) but that’s the kicker: he wasn’t ever truly alone. Even after everyone had abandoned him Wolfbane could still keep company with his thoughts, and when the quiet seemed to overcome him they guided him safely through the passing rage.

    Where they led him, though, was into steely resolve. A hate bent so raw and out-of-shape it could manifest itself in new, disgusting ways, like an abuser manipulating his prey into captivity. By force or falsehood he would see himself right every wrong done against him. Every single one of them who’d caused him suffering would reap the bitter rewards of their well-sewn crops, and their suffering would equal the amount of treachery accordingly.

    It seemed fair enough to him.
    Wolfbane eyed Lilliana speculatively through the lense their son was focusing on her, this view of her and Yanhua’s innocent touches being more than that, and he wondered what an apt punishment was for all her treacherous secrets and unspoken plots. He’s so focused that he notices her tense - only slightly - at the way their baby boy describes it: mama and Yan touching like that was actually them telling each other “stories”, he says.
    Now it was his turn to stiffen.

    He became a rock. Just a perfect sculpture of a foal, very life-like and warm to the touch, but completely, unnaturally still. No one could be that still, and yet Wolfbane was. Just standing there, his little wings carved from marble and his eyes made from caramel-ish seaglass, glaring at Lilliana. Even going through the motions of preening his boy’s feathers didn’t diminish the iron-like way that he moved. Very carefully, so as not to suddenly explode into a fury of seething rage.

    How convenient of her to try and keep the boy’s other talents hidden away. He understands why - when the triplets had been born, he and Lepis had done their best to keep them under close watch and their ‘abilities’ behind tight lips. Accidents happen, as he’d come to find out. And Lilliana had little experience dealing with such a … gifted child. Wolfbane could feel it in his mind during the wavy memory she sent his way. It looked like someone was trying very hard to constantly keep the image in focus, but he got the jist of it when the snippet of time managed to smooth out at the pivotal first moments surrounding their twins birth.

    Nashua gave a hard tug, but Wolfbane hardly felt it. The single feather popped free and - instantly - another one sprouted like a weed to replace it. That broke his concentration for the moment.
    “Hmm.” Was all he could manage in a high trill. “Well, now you have a feather for your mane, too.” Bane conceded to Nash with a giggle. “And I’ll tell them to stop leaving you out, Nashua. I know what that feels like, and it’s not nice.” He was lecturing a bit, but his tone dropped to a serious note when the word “not” fell off his tongue, and his eyes swept up to pin Lilli again with their fiery disappointment. She really thought she was going to get away with it, didn’t she? Raising the boys without him coming around. Well; that sense of security would have to fade. He’d see to that immediately.

    “Time for hide-n-go-seek now!” Baby Wolfbane crooned impatiently, fluttering free from his son’s playful tugging. “You count, Nash.” His father commanded of him in a tone that could never be taken too seriously, childish as it was in its authority. Still, Bane doubted the edict would be ignored. He smiled and paced a step or two away, feigning eagerness for a head start on rooting out the very best hiding spot, and waited there for the countdown to begin. “To one hundred!” He demanded a new twist, spinning around to face them all and laughing, bouncing when he did.

    The excited gleam in his eye was predatory, without a doubt. It glowed steady, lit by the flame of an impending hunt, and he was the hound leashed and straining against the tether, fighting to break free for a taste of the quarry’s scent. His eyes landed first on Nashua, bold and brave, then they slowly moved to Yanhua, reserved and wise, before coming to settle lastly on Lilliana, the quarry.

    They would know next season or not if she really could outrun him.

    For this thread:  Sex: M  ◉  Appearance: Foal, but normal  ◉  Mood: Subdued



    ooc: open-ended ending? lol. This goes on forever, sorry.
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