[private] All Good Things Come To An End -{Bane}

[Wolfbane]

My dreams have all come true

That sound.
Not long ago Wolfbane had felt elated to hear it ring out in a tone specifically meant for him, and now it makes his gut twinge and a fever rise. He doesn’t want to see hide or hair of his old mentor, (soon enough he’ll get his wish) but it’s not because of guilt, oh no. Far from it, actually. It’s more along the lines of dominating rage: Wolfbane’s claimed what Arthas coveted for so long, and he’s not willing to barter, beg, or simper over the matter now.

In fact he approaches the taller stallion with grit in his stare and a sense of cautious energy surrounding him. “Arthas … you rang?” He says, coming into close proximity with the Sylvian King. Idly, the pale strands of his white tail flick aside and then fall quietly behind him again, steadying like his moss green eyes when they land on the conflicted panes of a face he once nearly idolized.

For a moment he relaxes, remembering that there actually was good reason for the other male to be here between all that’s happened with Hyaline and Vulgaris. With any luck the two of them could avoid the topic of Lepis altogether.

However, Bane can’t see how a very familiar, light blue feather has worked itself in between his own ivory ones. It stands out like a red flag in a sea of alabaster.

Like all good nightmares do

@[Arthas]