forget all the names we used to know
Similar, but not the same. Shifters, but one is a bear and the other is a wolf. Crevan knows they’ve shared something special, just the two of them - he can see it in the faraway glaze of Ledger’s adept eye while the words creature and trial take their own shapes in his mind. But at the mention of others, all likeness between them severs. If there was some dark God at play in Crevan’s waking nightmares, it wasn’t this torturous being the flaxen chestnut so readily described. Even if it had been, the point had not been to suffer but to reveal.
He still feels the phantom pain of having layer after layer exposed to the fey. Sick little imps. “He sounds like a little-dick prick, if you ask me.” The boy suddenly spouts in a bout of rage. It summons bile in his throat, a glob of thick phlegm that he spits ritualistically onto the earth at their feet. “Let him and the rest of his like go straight to hell.” Crevan prays, snorting in disgust. That anyone should feel themselves master of another living creature was too much - Nature outdid herself in those moments and revealed how truly tipped the scales had always been.
Magic was a perverted twist of moral ambiguity.
With a battered huff he shakes his head, rocks his platter-shaped jaw from side to side and lifts his ears to the wind. That’s when he first hears his twin, it perks up every sullen corner of his face and straightens his neck. “I have so many questions, still.” The two-toned colt offers, turning his eyes back to where the elder stallion lingers. “But duty calls.”
He’s hopeful - there’s yet so much to learn from age, and what with Ledger being a shifter, too … it’s all so much for him to ingress in one afternoon anyhow. Better to clear his mind, finally go home where his mother was surely missing him, to go where Corvus waited for his arrival. “Can I pay you a visit sometime? Soon?” He asks hesitantly, one hoof already rising to lead him away. He won’t simply up and leave - Crevan can’t bring himself to disrespect the pale bear, nice as he’s been.
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