[mature] Castle on the hill || Celest ||

[Wolfbane]

WOLFBANE

Be careful what you wish for.

The moment he turns to view her, Wolfbane knows without verifying that this - she is what he’d been looking for. All the fumbling had produced nothing but a mare, clearly irate that he’d come to disturb her. She seems bitter, threatening even, but all the pegasus can see is heavily curtained fear with every syllable the stranger bites off her own tongue. It makes very little sense that her attempt at being helpful seems like a veiled threat.

He knows it would probably be wise to walk away, just take her in with slow-blinking eyes and leave her here without an answer to continue rotting in the copse of her secretive maze, but he only meets those witchy eyes squarely and moves towards her without a sound.

Part of him wonders what death would feel like, if true magic in the hands of a ‘Sylvian’ would strike him full of fear. The other half marvels at her bluff; the neon mare has no idea what he might be capable of himself.

Yet he continues forward, soundlessly challenging her levels of comfort simply to understand her breaking point, knowing that his own might outweigh hers even if he’s no true match for the violet-framed wisp. “Go ahead.” He boasts without words, remembering the taste of blood and the sound of his own flesh ripped asunder. Each step seems slower than the last, though now he’s mere feet from her.

He vanishes.
Just erases himself from existing, though faint footsteps give away the notion that he’s turned off course and gone elsewhere. “You don’t seem like the helpful type.” A low voice chides, possibly from behind her or possibly from beside her.

|| The Pirate Lord of Loess ||

@[Celest]