[open] One foot toward the gallows || Dovev, Vulgaris ||

[Wolfbane]

My dreams have all come true

Successful.
The news reaches his ears quickly, even this far south of their world. Vulgaris had decided to make his move against Dovev after all, and when the word of it trickles across the border and down into his own ears, Wolfbane can’t help but smile the softest of grins. After such a long spell of careful truce with Hyaline under threat of allied war, it felt like justice that he could give his Champion the freedom to exercise a power well within the Vipers rights. He’d told Heartfire and Breckin point blank what their intentions were that day, when the two of them had shown up at Nerine’s border, so it shouldn’t come as any surprise that Dovev had been stolen. Wolfbane could hardly wait to meet him.

Don’t get ahead of yourself if you’re starting to think it’s for vain reasons, because the truth of the pegasus’ excitement revolved around a character the bony, black horse knew very well - one that Wolfbane hardly had a grasp on himself, but was proving to be more interesting every time he met with her. Heartfire, his grandmother and the captives very ‘special’ friend, stirred the Pirate Lord to turn away from the edge of Brilliant Pampas and dart off into the sky.

Everything in their corner of the map seemed pleasant as he flew, peacefully growing without any idea that outside of here a horrible sickness was spreading. When you thought on it, Dovev should consider himself lucky to be forced into a safety net. Heartfire’s “guardian status” was still being honored … he was protected and arguably coming to the most picturesque eden anyone had ever seen!

With a laugh to himself and a couple broad wing strokes, Bane shakes out his short, bristly mane and tucks his forelegs close to his golden belly. He’d decided to coast and wait, just bank every now and then along the northeast borderline until one or the other (preferably both) decided to show up.

Like all good nightmares do

@[Dovev] @[vulgaris]