Create, explore, expand, conquer || Breckin ||

[Wolfbane]

- Are you thinking of me when you love him? -

Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Bane thinks to himself, drifting down from the sky where he loops in lazy, endless circles of flight. The ache of Wishbone’s loss still stings - Nerine’s borders seem so close from where he hovers - but he needs to escape, needs to forget …

So the River opens up her shores and he touches down, on brittle autumn grass that seems untouched by hoof or paw. The roar of the mighty water is close at hand, if he quiets his breathing the striped drake can hear it not far off, so he sets a path towards the northeastern shore and keeps the winding ribbon behind him. Some might find it uncanny for a winged horse to walk anywhere, but for Wolfbane it quiets the tumult of thoughts in his mind.

He’s lost in a sort of trance as he plods along, neither worried or rushed, but a familiar scent catches his attention all the same and for an instant he halts, blue mouth pointed up while he flares wide nostrils for a better trail. “Breckin?” He calls out, unable to see her anywhere close by but hoping that his voice will reach her anyways. The spotted mare’s particular aroma seems fresh enough, but for all he can guess she might be moving at a quicker speed.

Damn useless legs. He thinks, huffing with protest but picking up a swift trot in hopes of catching her alluring silhouette on the nearby horizon.

WOLFBANE

@[Breckin]