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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    Searching for the Neon path || Sinner, Mary ||
    #1

    As the days grew shorter and winter stronger, Wolfbane watched his firstborn and wife both grow. Pteron was soon to reach his yearling mark, an age not much younger than Bane had been himself when he’d first left Tephra and found Arthas, then Loess. These quiet hours of contemplation - watching Pteron practice at flight, giving him guidance or support when necessary - they take him back in time, reminding the blue-masked stallion of the lessons his own father had taught. Longclaw would be proud, could he but see the fine lineage of his making blossoming into a handsome youth.

    Lepis; she’d made Wolfbane a satisfied husband and father once, now she was at it again. When his eyes and attentions weren’t consumed by his pale son, her mate could be found at her side, committed to the now-obvious swell raising around her platinum midsection. He liked to tease the idea of another boy, knowing that Lepis would probably be happy either way, but secretly hopes her wish for a girl will prove to be true. The way she’d gotten so wistful and starry-eyed at Pteron’s birth … short of inciting dark magic, Bane would do anything to satisfy a desire so deeply rooted inside of his partner.

    Together the three fell into a natural rhythm, something close to contentment as the Plague and cold drew on. While it would’ve suited the Loessian King to remain in that perpetual state, he knew that a bit of travel might do them good, not to mention that a trip to Sylva was long overdue. That, coupled with a interaction he and Lepis had yet to privately speak on, spurred Bane into action one bright, clear morning. He woke his brood softly, and not long afterwards the trio had begun heading northeast - directly to the skeletal border of Sinner’s territory, where the foliage always refused to shed its color.

    “Should we rest?” He questioned Lepis, once they’d put miles underneath their feet and the forest engulfed them in its embrace. Wherever the Hound might lurk it seemed to Wolfbane that he’d sniff them out before they ever took him by surprise. Either that or Mary would cross their path. “I’m not in a rush myself.” The palomino laughed, a bit breathy from the exertion of having to use his legs. Unthinkingly, he reaches out to stroke the dark curve of his beloved’s cheek, watching (feeling) for any sign of anxiety or strain. He’s not sure when she last came to this place, and he’d rather not ask.

    It was enough that she was here now, always his rock and steady countenance.

    “What do you think, Pteron?” He asks his son last, looking around for the boy who’d disappeared nearly half a dozen times over the duration of the trip. Each time his father had a casual, verbal response at the ready (Relax, focus. Don’t look at yourself for confirmation, try feeling it instead. That’s it - hold it like a breath, flex it like a muscle. You’ll get better, it’ll grow stronger …) “Should we wait politely, or look for someone ourselves?”

    King of Loess : Leader of the Southlands

    Wolfbane



    @[Lepis] & Pteron <3 @[Sinner] @[Mary]
    ooc: Kahzie I took a bit of liberty here so if you want anything changed, let me know!
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    #2
    there is but one rule
    hunt or be hunted
    Winter had come unexpectedly one day. The first snow within the colored autumn kingdom had surprised him. So much time had passed that he had lost track of the days and what season they were in. The crown had occupied his time of late, and he rarely found himself wandering what day it was. When the duties of the crown did not call for him, he step his days where he felt most as his best—hunting.

    Truly he could never lose that part of him. No matter how much he began his life of being a kingdom-dweller the wild would always call him. The predator would always be lurking within the shadows. The evil within would always be there. And he would always be looking for an opportunity.

    Sinner has become familiar with every autumn leaf upon the trees in the forest to almost the very silver-piece of earth on the ground. Sylva has truly become his home, and he made every intention to know its strengths and weaknesses. But knowing the strengths and weakness of your kingdom’s territory did not always ensure the safety. The hound needed to fortify his position as well. Locking his position as well so that Mary would think twice about throwing him over too—it seemed unlikely, but he knew the stories of his oldest sister throwing his father off his own throne. He would make ever attempt to avoid such plans.

    Mary carried a part of him now. It was not a baby made by the product of love, but to bond their ties together within Sylva. A child that would be both of theirs and the future of Sylva—perhaps given the crown. He has yet to decide not knowing exactly what Mary and his foal will be like.

    The dark beast makes his way through the dark canopy of foliage. It keeps the light at bay, always keeping the dark within. Sinner has not practically direction today. He often has found himself roaming through Sylva. The arrival of new horses within the last couple of months keeps him on alert to greet the newcomers (well, Mary has it rather covered as of late) or possible threats. The plague remained within Beqanna still.

    His nostrils flare softly, the scent of a distant scent—no there is more than one this time—fills him. The hellhound’s dark, yet glowing gaze flickers across the autumn forest. Searching here and there, letting his nose sniff and take in the scent until he finds the direction the scent is at its strongest. Quickly he moves, paws finding their step on the forest floor. He rounds around the trees and large boulders, until he spots the trio ahead of him.

    Wolfbane, Lepis, and a youngling.

    Sinner had been expecting a visit from Wolfbane for some time. It seemed today the drake had found the time to visit their quiet, humble little forest. The hellhound wears a friendly expression as he comes closer to the small little family. “What a surprise,” the hound greets with warmth as much as any dark creature could. A grin grows across his mandibles as he glances from each other horse that stands in front of him. “I thought you’d never come,” he jokes, and finds a comfortable place in front of the family.
    Sinner
    the king of sylva
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    Most likely always in his hellhound form
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    #3



    Mary

    Mary has gradually slowed her diplomatic duties as she grows more heavily pregnant. She was nearing the end as her dappled stomach was enlarged with a baby inside. She had so many wonders for the unborn child, curious if it would have hound shifting abilities like her father...perhaps color changing.

    The options were endless but her daydreaming came to an end as a familiar scent ran through her nares. Her ears perked up as the yellow and blue stallion came to mind, but she quickly rolls her eyes as the scent of Lepis followed. There was much left unsaid between the two, but for the sake of the alliance she would behave.

    As she made her way to the Loessian royals Sinner's scent was detected and she quickly grew excited for this conversation. Bane said he would visit when the alliance was first agreed upon, but it seems today was finally the day to follow through.

    As she reaches the group of equines she spots what she expects to be Bane and Lepis' child as he promised. She finds a spot beside Sinner as he finishes greeting them, joking that they would never arrive. A smile tugged at her lips as her gaze scanned them all, settling on Bane.

    He was charming as usual, and she wonders what he would think of the very pregnant mare. He has known her since she was a child, and now she carries one of her own. So nice of you all to visit Sylva she greets in a less sarcastic tone than Sinner.

    Long May She Reign

    .@[Lepis]




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    #4
    Pteron has never left the Brilliant Pampas before.

    Every step of the journey to Sylva wss full of wonderous things, and the pale colt took them all in with wide eyes. His lessons on invisibility aside, the almost-yearling has had a thrilling expedition, and he is not ready for it to end with something so boring as a rest. Pteron is about to say as much when the sound of footsteps distracts him, and he turns toward the direction they come from with his ears perked inquisitively in his icy blue mane.

    It's two strangers, one a mare and the other a creature he has no name for. He glances up at his father, who seems undisturbed by their arrival, and so sets his own thin shoulders in an equally confident stance, a minature copy of Wolfbane despite their varied colors. Both of the strangers act as though they know Momma and Dad, so young Pteron assumes that they must be the Sinner and Mary that they are here to see.

    The young pegasus only knows what his mother had told him about the autumnal kingdom - avoid it by any means necessary - and he is rather surprised by the lack of blood on them both. Well, the creature smells of old blood, but the mare that is round like Mom doesn't look at all like the ravenous monster that Pteron thought all Sylvans must resemble.

    He is about to say this when his nose disappears. Instead he quietly says: "Oops" knowing that the rest of him has vanished as well. "Sorry," he adds to his mother, poking her scarred shoulder in apology.
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    #5
    Given the choice, Lepis would have much rather stayed behind in Brilliant Pampas. Not only because it was safer, but also because it was not Sylva. Cognizant of her husband's watchful gaze, the winged mares give him a smile, but makes no effort to hide the doubtful expression on her dun face. There is nothing about this autumn realm that she is excited to see, but she puts on enough of a fascade that Pteron is no wiser.

    She wears an even more convincing mask for the pair of Sylvans.

    A soft smile on her navy mouth appears as Sinner and Mary arrive. The dappled grey mare is growing wide with child, not unlike Lepis herself. A pang of unexpected empathy rises unbidden in the blue-eyed mare, but it does not show. Is her mother still here, to help the young ruler with the trails of motherhood, the dun mare wonders? They'd never really spoken, Lepis and Rey. They'd known each other, but Lepis had never tried to develop a friendship with the color changing mare.

    She knows that there is a closeness between Mary and Wolfbane, first sprouted in Lepis' time away from Loess. She was captive in these very woods, while the child Mary and young Wolfbane started their friendship. It is that closeness that convinced Lepis to come, her trust in Wolfbane's assurances that this leader, at least, is not so terrible as she believes other Sylvans to be.

    "It is," Lepis replies to Mary, her tone suggesting that her benevolence in visiting Sylva is something to truly be appreciative of. The dun mare had once prided herself on her diplomatic skill, but after it had failed her one time too many she has chosen a simpler path. Blunt and forward, the piebald queen has abandoned any pretense that she is anything other than herself. She is not the woman that her mother had wanted her to be, but she has found happiness anyway.

    Just then, her son disappears, and Lepis freezes. A small voice and a touch at her shoulder reveals that Pteron has simply gone invisible again and has not, in fact, been snatched into another world. The brief tension eases away at his apology, and she shakes her head bemusedly.

    "Focus," she repeats, only half-remembering the lesson that Bane had been teaching their son. Her blue grey eyes focus on the space where she knows that he is, and only a few seconds after he'd vanished, the boy reappears between them, squinting hard. The feeling of confidence that she'd given him is intangible to the rest of the gathering, but it was the push that the young prince had needed to center his ability.

    @[Wolfbane]
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