Bloodfeather || Adna ||

[Wolfbane]

ALL THE DOUBT YOU'RE STANDING IN BETWEEN

Large as it is, word still travels fast in Taiga. New horses arriving the closer winter gets, new foals on the ground before the first snowfall, new life that’ll come around when Spring thaws them out. Somehow, amidst all the turmoil and negativity, these redwoods are echoing again with laughter and vigorous activity. That alone served to soothe Wolfbane’s manifold concerns over the coming seasons. His grandmere Heartfire hadn’t left this forest on good terms with his wife Lepis, and though his duty is always to his family - the one he’s created by choice, not the one he was born into - Wolfbane felt an aching chasm in the center of his chest over their actions.

He’d been mulling over the situation and spending his time carefully with Celina, his newest fledgling. His daughter was bold and exceptionally beautiful, haloed in the soft light of glowing insects that gave shimmer to her white coat, and she was just as ferocious underneath it all. When playful, Celina would flash her gums to show her father predator-type teeth. Bane loved those most of all, so much so that he took to wearing his old fangs these days.

The narrow, slender curves of ivory bone jutted down from either side of his mouth and rested on his chin. He liked the feel of them there, how they felt like something he’d been missing for far too long, and while Wolfbane patrolled the more barren sectors of his home he tongued them appreciatvely.

A scent caught his attention: the stallion whuffed quietly at the roots of one massive tree and took off in a literal blur of motion. The prehistoric ferns waved gently when he passed through them, unbroken despite his speed, and Wolfbane stopped just as quickly. His tail blew gently to one side and then fell again, as still as the rest of him while he peered into the faint darkness. “You didn’t want to stay with Vulgaris and Leliana?” He asked knowingly, wondering if the mare he’d found recognized him at all.

His past is hazy and blurry, but the facts remain. Once this horse was with them in the Pampas and, as a child, with Vulgaris and her mother in Loess. Bane remembers that much even if … Adna hadn’t. Adna. That was her name, wasn’t it? Or was she Sabbath? The last children he remembers out of the viper stud were Chronos and Larke, forever ago.

If he’s patient enough, Bane's sure he’ll find out.

WITH WOUNDS THAT NO ONE ELSE HAS SEEN

WOLFBANE

@[adna] ooc: he's very good at smelling, but if I took any liberties and you want something changed please let me know!