Create, explore, expand, conquer || Breckin ||

[Wolfbane]

WOLFBANE

There’s no mistaking Breckin’s tense shift of emotion, subtle as it may be. “Idiot.” Wolfbane chides himself, internally. Moments ago he had her; all was well in the world. Something about his mouth and attracting trouble … honestly he should stick a hoof right in the gaping hole to shut himself up. All the same his newfound companion is forgiving of the misstep, so much so that the warmth of her spotted shoulder tucking against his side rouses a surprised, if not grateful, heat to his gaze.

Silently, Bane remedies the slip up by adjusting his wing - hiking the pale appendage upwards a bit so that it might rest lightly over the subtle curve of her withers - giving her the needed support without questioning the reasoning behind it. “Only a fool would.” He knows; Breckin is a rare entity who could choose the comfort of any passerby. Lucky that he came across her when he did. “I try not to think about myself too much.” He admits through tightly clenched fangs, “Not when there seems to be so many others to worry for.”

Still, he can’t stop the unbidden thought that Wishbone had made her choice, nor can he quell the sudden bought of disappointment that it hadn’t been them she chose: Himself and Nerine. “No one’s giving you any trouble, are they?” The brutish stallion growls playfully into her ear, returning the favor of her touch-free grooming by working gently on the chords of her mane with his blue mouth. “I’d hate for Nerine to lose a single, precious resident but I admit … for you and your continued happiness it’d be worth it.”

No need to mention he’d enjoy squashing any opposition to her rule, no need at all.

|| The Pirate Lord of Loess ||

@[Breckin] I can stand it just fine; give me m o r e