[open] Shadows for Skin [ANY]

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I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me

The black and gold Fae isn’t sure what to make of the information Aela shares with them as they begin to pick their way through broken stone. He’s not sure what to make of anything regarding this whole situation. The golden mare seems to read his thoughts regarding their former diplomat (a long running prank due to the rather severe nature of the dappled winged stallion), picking up the thread of his discontent and delivering even more confusing words that leave far more questions then answers. “Wherewolf has a son?” He quickly throws out, his red eyes glancing at Aela before shifting to Cheri and then straight ahead. Dark lips press tightly together feeling a familiar sensation of irritation rising through that aching hollowness that winds tightly through every fiber of his being.

Wherewolf was a mystery in a lot of ways. He had never been truly put off by the abrasive nature of the man for he was a rather abrasive creature himself. He had only been vaguely aware of Neverwhere’s presence, his attention focused on much more pressing issues, but he knew that his mother was trapped as a child and that Wherewolf’s obsessions with her extended to much darker places then his own relationship with Tantalize. It was his job to know every single face that resided in the Pampas, willingly or not. So a mystery child of Wherewolf's in the Pampas didn't make any sense. And when he thinks of Tantalize... There is a flash of jaguar spots and the overwhelming scent of death and he exhales sharply, unwilling to remember more. It is what Aela says next that redirects his attention, enough to allow a scowl to break through his otherwise solemn appearance even as Cheri’s whisper pulls a pointed ear in her direction.

“I’d hardly call one night a disappearing act.” He snaps sharply, feeling that irritation flickering in his chest again and the sliding response of the hungry beast within. Hungry… He was rather famished now that he thinks of it as his stomach rumbles with ferocity. His own hunger that has nothing to do with the serpent. He halts suddenly as the cogs turn in his head but the gnawing pain is too distracting for it to click into place. All he has to do is close his eyes and think and then spreading before them is a bounty of wildflowers, so similar to the ones that had once covered the Pampas. A new trick he had discovered by accident right before Gale had appeared that he attributed to his Faeness. There is a pointed look thrown at Cheri who still looks rather peaky despite the healing he had given her and wastes no time ripping at the flowers himself with blunted teeth, thinking all the while.

As the wheels turn, he finds his irritation rising again. A flicker against the golden stars etched along his chest as he tries to recall what had happened last night. When it had all turned hazy. Why had Cheri looked like a skeleton? How could the South have fallen and he not even known about it? Even in a drunk haze… Surely the earth ripping itself apart would have been felt through every inch of land including that riverbank. How did they end up in this place that had only risen after the South had fallen?

A sudden deadliness blazes in those glittering vermillion eyes as he raises his head slowly. Looking directly at the crystal magician before him. “When did the South fall Aela?” He asks, his voice eerily smooth and quiet despite the intensity blazing in Cheri’s direction.

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@Aela @Cheri
I forgot he had Feast Manifestation now so figured I'd try using it lol