A Product Of Your Despair- Wolfbane

[Wolfbane]

Wolfbane

Talking with Gansey, though it’d been far from what he expected, had been exactly the thing Wolfbane hadn’t known he needed. He’d kept to the choppy skies over Tephra long enough, floating in and out of its volcanic, black plume just to gather soot on his gold-and-blue striped hide. Perhaps the island was getting too small for his ever-growing wings, or perhaps the unexpected, rapid decline of his sire’s health had something to do with it.

Whatever the case, he’d flown the coop without solid plans to return and found that the not-knowing of his future was a rather exhilarating sort of feeling. Dreams and youth are notorious bedfellows; stirred together within him they gave Wolfbane an optimistic high. He hummed to himself because he could, the barest pearls of white against his lower lip flashing every now and then with a high note. They were fangs, still growing to their full potential and oddly fitting given his exotic look.

It’s only when he steps into the clearing that his visible form really shines.

Quite literally, the gold of his natural palomino coat was stunning - rich and tinted like a newly minted coin. Set against the iridescent blue stripes that ran in jagged uniformity from neck to croupe, it was hard not to look at him when he chose to be seen. Everything about Bane seemed … excessive; the added wings, upright mane, and pinprick fangs only gave rise to further questions.

Wolfbane was a genetic oddity.

But such was Beqanna and her often flamboyant tendencies. In this case, at least, it would do the growing colt some good - he might (for once) attract the attention of someone who could change his fate ...

@[Arthas] and @[Pond] In case she wants to join in for a spell