[private] She's turning blue {Femur}

[Longclaw]

She reminds him that once upon a time, he’d considered giving Wolfbane his gift - the same way he’d received it. It would be fitting, and Longclaw can’t help but admire the flame’s unique color and abilities. He knew, deep down, that its power was what drew his friends close, and his golden lover closer. Wolfbane could use such a gift, he could wield a great power … but the cost had been too high for Longclaw to pay. The once-guard of Tephra couldn’t bring himself to risk giving his son such a terrible burden.

“It all sounds so terribly final.” His mate complies, once she’s attached herself against his blue side and stretched her pretty lips upwards to toy with one of his equally colorful ears. “But I promise.”

He sighs, and begins to walk ahead so that they might slip further into the warm recesses of Tephra’s wild forest. “When I was a yearling,” He begins, glimmering legs rising above twisted roots in a fluid sweep, “my father and I murdered my grandsire, a stallion named Lupei. I had been convinced that he was unstable - which technically was true - and so we put him down.” The shifter states, matter-of-factly.

I trained a whole year for that fight. He thinks, but doesn’t say aloud. Wyrm tore me away from my mother and my twin, just to curse me.

With his nose, Claw pushes aside thick ropes of hanging vines and passes a veil of others just like it. What lies behind is a trodden clearing, where a mossy carpet is just taking hold after so many years of tiny hooves trampling it. Their children’s playden now showed signs of neglect, but the quiet hush and pleasant privacy it still provided would suit them both adequately enough.

Longclaw stops somewhere near the center, and shifts his bulk so that he can view her with the slight tilt of his square cheek. “After he died, my father insisted that I eat Lupei’s heart; we knew what powers it would give me, but I had no idea that it was a bad exchange.” Longclaw mutters, his lips soon finding the nearest square inch of Femur’s tantalizing body. “Lupei had stolen it from another horse, same fashion,” He murmurs, in between each warm kiss, “and then he went cuckoo. So will I.”

Finally, at this, the warg pauses. “Right before we killed him, Lupei was threatening to use the flame for destruction - he wanted to set Beqanna on fire, and everyone with it.”

@[Femur] It's totally fine! We can wrap this up whenever you'd like