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[Wolfbane]

My dreams have all come true

They want the same thing, without either of them actually knowing it. In the calm after the storm he’d watched her leave and head north to Loess, himself contemplating the necessity of following her for a good time afterwards and then finally giving in to suspicion with the outward flourish of his wings. Wolfbane alighted the breeze and swept low to follow her tracks through the snow, veering up to broaden his view once the telltale signs of her journey faded into the frozen red earth of the borderlands. She made good time on foot, despite being a pegasus herself, but it wasn’t Noah’s penchant for new scenery or a casual stroll that interested Wolfbane. Something else altogether spurred him on into the scrubland, where streams twisted into one another like a gleaming web and the dead-brown hillocks shouldered boulders and secrets alike.

He needed something more from her, though what that ‘more’ was he couldn’t quite yet determine. The roan female had agreed to his terms, (no doubt because of Vulgaris’ silver tongue, he thinks wickedly) and she’d been a staunch but unexpected supporter during the bickering match between himself and the remaining two Sylvians. Still he thinks there’s room for improvement, so when the dark smudge of her body comes into view on the horizon Bane zeros in to circle above, gliding softly towards the slumbering earth before clipping his heels in a high-stepping landing.

“Come to see what all the fuss is about?” He jokes lightheartedly, wings folding atop his back and trailing out over his hindquarters as he meanders along the trail in her direction. Noah is a curiously lovely sort of mare, saccharine like the tart fruit that lends color to her fur and easy on the eyes that soak her in. “Sometimes I wonder what Loess would say about all of us, if she had a voice to speak.” He sighs gently, deeply. The crunch of his approaching steps grow quiet; he waits at a comfortable distance.

Like all good nightmares do

@[Noah]