[open] The Sweet Sting || Starsin ||

[Wolfbane]

I believe I'd die if I only could

I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good

Bane moved in ways unseen, and when he moved anywhere at all it went unnoticed by most. Some horses here were gifted enough they could find him in any shape, but even the majority of those horses had nothing to do with him; they wouldn’t know him from a stranger. That left a handful to be concerned with, and Sylva’s long-term, interim leader - @[Starsin] - belonged to that selectively irritating group of horses gifted enough and familiar enough to sniff him out.

She did not, however, belong to the growing populace of horses who would very much enjoy the sight of his head severed clean from his body… he thought. Wolfbane couldn’t be sure who or what her loyalties were tied to, if she had any ties left at all.

The vague gray area of her opinions about his past were just vague enough and just gray enough that the security of not immediately being discovered by Lepis drew the slithering skin-walker away from Taiga and its treasures, down to the borders of Sylva. He moved quickly, never settling on one shape, and carefully made sure he wasn't leaving any trail to follow. He kept shifting too much and sometimes he never touched the ground at all. The creature’s method of travel was erratic but effective; he covered miles in a dizzy blur then would stop abruptly before continuing on again.

At last Sylva loomed all around him, the land of eternal fall exactly the same as he remembered it from so many years ago, darkened by a moonless summer night. Wolfbane uncurled himself from the nothingness of having a putty form, striking out with oddly quiet steps when he solidified at last into a shape most recognizable. His wings were gone; the sensation of being cramped and the closeness of the paper-white trees demanded it. Otherwise, the beast looked how others would expect him to: dark legs and stripes that gave him a sinister edge in the night, offset by a dull gold coat. His eyes swept the blackness, holographic and predatory.

“We must be careful, now.” He told himself.
For once the rest of him - those disjointed voices usually clamoring for attention, all gone silent - agreed.

For this thread:  Sex: M  ◉  Appearance: Normal  ◉  Mood: Guarded