she’s got jumper cable lips
she’s got sunset on her breath. now i inhaled just a little bit, now i’ve got no fear of death
If it were any other captive, Wishbone might’ve smiled when the stallion’s wings spread themselves for flight. She might’ve tossed her head into the wild Nerinian sky and even laughed at his foolish attempt to escape them. He is outnumbered three to one and this landscape — snowy and frozen and dangerous and reckless — is unfamiliar to him. She can sense it in the shift of his eyes and the way his steps are hesitant across the wintery plateau.
Regardless, she does not smile or laugh or smirk when he crouches to fly away from them. Her smooth dark lips turn into a frown that looks foreign on her face; her brows pull together among the thickness of her tangled forelock, her nostrils quiver faintly with a frustrated exhale, and the muscles in her neck tense into firm sinewy cords. She has specifically brought Klaudius here for a reason, not just calling for any random stallion found on the common grounds of Beqanna, and Wishbone will be severely upset if she were to misplace him this early in her plans.
A deeply-rooted sensation tangles with the inner workings of her lower stomach. It is hot and tingling at the same time and it spreads across her entire body as though the sun were warming the inner layers of her body. It works along the marrow of her bones and in the muscle of her heart, pressing against the filling and emptying of her lungs and the bend of each cord of nerves. Wishbone’s amber eyes close as the sensation fills her entirely and she clenches her teeth against the feel of it. It isn’t painful, but the pressure builds rapidly until there is the sound of ice shattering and earth breaking. As quickly as it had come, it disappears.
Thick, heavy dinosaur bones have formed a tight cocoon around the purple stallion. They are bitter to the touch, frozen from the winter, and dusted with the dark black of ancient soil. Wishbone opens her eyes to see the disheveled earth and the temporary imprisonment she has unintentionally crafted. With the newness of this ability, the Khaleesi does not contain the shock that flings itself into her bewildered gaze.
Her amber eyes find Wolfbane’s (he would’ve been the first to know about this discovery whether he’d been there or not) immediately after taking in the bones encasing Klaudius in a makeshift jail cell. “Did you see what just happened, Bane?” The surprise of the event drags the gold-and-blue’s childhood nickname from her lips despite the iron of her previous diplomacy. She doesn’t correct herself nor apologize for the slip of her tongue, but rather shakes her head slowly to clear her mind.
They are moving onto the agreements of their contract and Wishbone must move also, even while her mind struggles to grasp the reality of her new capabilities. After casting a concerned glance in Lepis’s direction to make sure the young mare isn’t hurt from the large bones, the mahogany mare turns her attention back to their initial topic. “Your terms are agreeable,” Wishbone admits with a honey-whiskey tune. “I will make sure every Leviathan knows to recruit for Loess and that any member of your kingdom is welcome in Nerine.” Her mind hazy from her recent discovery — and feeling the effects of the magic seeping away whatever energy had been in her bones — the Khaleesi grows quiet, her gaze fluttering between the purple stallion wrapped in the dinosaur bones and the Loessian king before her.
wishbone
@[Klaudius] / @[Scorch] / @[Lepis] / @[Wolfbane] / so wishbone discovered her bone bending just now xD please allow scorch/sid to respond next so we can get things moving! neo, if you want something changed, please pm me and i think we can work something out <3