show them the joy and the pain and the ending; Wolfbane

[Wolfbane]

WOLFBANE

Loess is calm in the backdrop, seemingly undisturbed, and Bane is casually standing with one gleaming hind leg bent for comforts sake. He refuses to tear his eyes away from her, the precipice of some inevitable edge she’s driving towards all-too enticing for him to feign boredom or haughty indifference. But what she says is not exactly what he expects, and he assumes his reaction, likewise, will seem unexpected.

“I’ve got a vampire girl claiming to be my Queen, a wolf sister who won’t come home,” He blinks, slowly, “and now an immortal, mind-fuck of a grand-dam.”

Why not?! She could join the plethora of others who suddenly showed up and made themselves right at home in his life, when before (when he’d been nothing, had nothing) they’d been absent and unaccounted for. So she wanted to see what he’d made of himself, eh? Well she was welcome to take a look.

The light-footed stallion slips casually from his perch, down to ground level where they can stand nearly eye-to-eye. “You couldn’t just take a peek, see for yourself?” He presumes, “Or is it only a one-way thing, this ‘vision mail’ of yours?”

Maybe the sight just wasn’t good enough, wasn’t real enough for her tastes. Or maybe, if it was true that she’d been watching him all this time, he’d just never been worth the effort of an actual trip. “And what about Longclaw, your son?” He bites, hardly giving her time for an answer to his first inquiries, “Didn’t want to see what he was made of, did you?”

|| The Pirate Lord of Loess ||

@[Heartfire] ~*it runs in the family*~