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

[Wolfbane]

My dreams have all come true

Oh the Bastard really had, and he’d really loved doing it as well.

The sheer confusion on Arthas’ face, coupled alongside a tentative few words (just keeping his promise) does, at first, knock the wind a bit out of Wolfbane’s sails. Of course the gray had visited to discuss diplomacy, that’s what they were about anyways, right? They’d always worked in tandem this way, bouncing off each other’s shoulders until they broke through the sky and found themselves on the moon. Their camaraderie had been near perfect in its design, obvious these days in the meager but well-known success of their joining two kingdoms together.

And here Bane was, holding the hammer that shattered it all.

The unswerving stare he’d pinned on his once-mentor notes the way Arthas’ eyes have strayed and, turning his head aside himself, the Lord of Loess follows that trail until they’re both staring at that damn incriminating feather.
Such a simple, singular thing.
Without turning to look back at the dappled stallion, Bane hears the wild snort and the disbelief, all of which combine to give him innards made from steel and a fresh resolve to end this, here and now. “No horse demands anything of me.” The pegasus stallion replies coldly, finally straightening out to glare headlong at the imposing creature burrowing metaphorical holes through his golden skin with pure hatred. “Though I’m curious to hear what you’ll do, since it’s true.” He tacks on at the last minute, every syllable cut from stone as his words fall heavily between them.

Where he treads is only a dead end, still Bane runs headlong into it. “Before you answer remind yourself of where you are, Arthas.” The younger brute warns, red-orange sparks flying off his tongue and through his teeth, “And remind yourself who it is you’re speaking to right now.”

Like all good nightmares do

@[Arthas] so sassy