when i run through the deep dark forest long after this has begun,
He had come to her in the deep, humid jungle of Tephra and when he requests her to join him, she obliges. He is family, after all, and though there is no other form he takes beside equine, she is drawn to his leadership. Her instincts called for a pack, an alpha to follow; solitarily hiding through the thick tropical foliage and hunting alone (though suited well her mother’s needs), Dayé found it to be unfulfilling and thus turned a confident eye towards her half-brother. She had been skittish of course, as she always is - evaluate the danger, if any, and to keep tabs on a certain someone that her brother had interest in. Dayé didn’t know why Wolfbane had asked her to trail the lavender stallion, but it felt a lot like hunting and with her affinity for slinking through the shadows unnoticed, it is obvious why she had been chosen.
The storm-grey wolf stalks him both day and night, her nutmeg eyes only focused on the winged stallion’s routine and noting the various strengths and weaknesses, feeding Wolfbane the information each time her golden-blue brother asked. It had been difficult not to attack as it ran in her blood, but there is no way a juvenile wolf would be able to take down a full grown stallion without aide from other flanking hunters. It had been a simple task she had been given, and when the day comes where Klaudius slips through the borders on the way to the battle (she could smell the adrenaline slipping through his pores in the manifestation of sweat, creating an increase in her own heart rate at the scent of it). The wolf continues to prowl behind him as he wanders into the forest, remaining unseen and unheard.
Most of her pack had taken to the sky, and though desperately the young wolf wished to glance up to the canopy so she could be certain that she was not alone (hunting together), she knew that a single moment of distraction could cause her to lose sight and scent of the target. Dark nostrils flare in a snort as she realizes the stallion has stopped - like a doe catching the faintest scent of predator, or realizing that the forest is all too quiet. Dayé stops with him, nearly ten horse-strides behind him. The wolf lowers her head, the blades of her shoulders pressing against her skin and fur as she crouches, prepared to attack if he decides to try to turn back.
She knew that he would never return to Tephra - not with her in his way.
Who goes there?
The sound of his voice sends the fur on her neck standing, raising her head from her lowered position. Her snout tips towards the sky then, a low howl escaping the dark-lining of her curled lips. Once the note dies on her mouth she can hear the world part behind her as shadow presses through the forest - it is her half-brother, she knows, slinking through the trees and brushing up beside her. The feeling of his closeness coupled with slowly moving towards the prey creates a gleam in the wolf’s eye that is nearly terrifying. She allows her brother to run point, waiting until he has revealed himself beneath the moonlight before slinking through the trees herself, snarling lips revealing the fangs that drip wetly in the darkness.
Wolfbane stands before Klaudius. Dayé allows him to do the talking, her eyes unwavering from Klaudius - even as another joins Wolfbane. There is talking but she hears nothing, prowling from the shadows with a lowered stance, pacing impatiently behind the lavender stallion’s heels. Her tail slashes behind her with each powerful stride, loose sounds of growls and snarls lowly announcing her presence, grey ears pressed back into the ridge of her neck.
He is trapped.
Dayé
where the sun would set, trees are dead, and the rivers were none.
@[Klaudius] / @[Wolfbane] / @[Arthas]