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[Wolfbane]

WOLFBANE

This is no mere manipulator, then. The power to give and rescind is above anything Wolfbane has ever come in contact with and he unthinkingly presses closer to the dew-gold mare beside him, warnings echoing in his once clear mind. Longclaw had detested the work of magicians but as a ruler, Bane can see their purpose and their meaning in this world. He could’ve seen it without the vision Woolf grants them and yet, all the same, he allows himself to be wrapped up entirely in a fantasy unlike anything he’s ever known. Their mulberry visitor is keen on destruction, when personally redemption would’ve suited Bane’s interest though he holds any further comment, letting the false time and conjured images play out for curiosity's sake.

Fire and death grate sharply against his ears, scenes of horror and utter contempt that find him neither angry nor excited. These things the mage shows them are altogether purposeful in their erratic showmanship (however Bane can sense the absurdity of each each situation like a sour twinge on his tongue) and still, when the stars rattle free from the heavens to shower them in comets of deadly light he tears olive eyes away from the Beqanna Woolf has created to peer down upon Lepis, in fear that she might not be handling this as serenely as he was attempting to.

His gaze remains there, pleased to lose itself in the depths of something real until the vision has stalled to an end.

When the newcomer finds his voice, the Pirate Lord listens but pipes up in instant refute. “Even with the greatest of sacrifices, Beqanna herself would reject such wild displays.” He surmises, in a tone neither chiding nor disappointed. Simply factual. “Taiga fell prone to destruction because a magician sought to refute the laws of nature.”

Ancient history, but one he’s not forgotten even if others have. Bane refuses to be the kind of ruler who leads his own people into nothingness; he hungers for something more permanent. Detaching himself from staring too long into Lepis’s eyes, the striped pegasus returns his focus to the self-wounded roan stallion and offers him this: private ideas of Loessian members, cloaked equally in invisibility like he himself occasionally wore, creeping into Tephra’s weakened lands to raid and maim because the volcanic Kingdom wrongly assumed neutrality would keep them safe.

If it was destruction and sacrifice Woolf sought, he was right in assuming they could find it easily enough.

|| The Pirate Lord of Loess ||

@[Lepis] @[woolf] Bane is all for the visions since meeting Heartfire