Pteron was getting older and more capable of being unsupervised, which allowed his parents more opportunity to spread their literal wings. Today Wolfbane itches for conversation, but not the typical kind - he was bored by the continuous inter-kingdom chatter and desired the company of someone, or something, unexpected. As much as he adored the likes of his mate and their child, and as much as Bane was entertained by those like Noah or Dovev & Co. when he couldn’t be with his family, there was a much more exciting edge to leaving the Southlands altogether for some time in the common lands. 

When you couldn’t fill your belly on small gossip or intense drama this was just the place to go. Out here, in the Forest, where he soon drops between the branches and comes to land on the soft, springy clutter of needles, lay a hush and the promise of anything your mind could conjure. Shifters, magicians, creatures of shadow and light … all lingered here when they didn’t fit in anywhere else, and that hint of danger sated the immortal pegasus’ curiosity while he tucked in his wings and found his way along a path.

It was silent. The overcast shade from the dreamy canopy above him cloaked his skin and dulled the bright glare of blue markings, shifting and rolling with every heavy-footed stride. His tail, sweeping behind and between his hind legs, swooshed noisily in time to the rolling walk. Bane felt content; so much so that he began to fade away, little by little until nothing remained and he became wholly invisible.

Now he was a living ghost. Smiling to himself, crunching twig and leaf noisily underneath unseen hooves, he made his way through the no-man’s land only hoping to come across another passerby for a bit of diversion.

King of Loess : Leader of the Southlands

Wolfbane