[private] Im the prison without doors, a boat without oars || NeverBabe ||

[Wolfbane]

I believe I'd die if I only could

I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good

You know, Wolfbane had gotten a really good look at @[Neverwhere] the last time they’d met. He struggled sometimes, when trying to recall memories from before, but the ones he remembered from that foggy beach walk with Lilliana… ah, well … they’d been more recent. Much stronger. He couldn’t forget the way the snarling, malformed mare reacted to him back then, or the way she’d intentionally thrown the first hit - interjecting herself into something that Wolfbane wanted, using Lepis to cock-block him.

But he could make her forget, just by willing himself to be some horse - any horse - other than the one who’d bring suspicion. Even better: a horse that she greets at the doorstep of Nerine, calling out his false name loud enough for anyone nearby, (who could possibly be nearby in this sort of freakish weather?) Ghaul!

The wind screamed, tearing at the two horses. Neverwhere was intent on bracing the lashing, frozen rain in the near-dark for a brief monologue, and that afforded Ghaul enough time to cover the angling, uphill distance between them. Mud caked his talons, covering the markings underneath up to his knees; he heard what the silvery horse was saying word-for-word, but pretended not to hear above the rising gale. Or pretended not to care, either way.

Another flash of light, a crack of thunder. This time the bolt was closer, sending tremors through the earth, but Ghaul could care less. The wind, the hail, and the threat of certain death didn’t stop him from walking to suddenly loping up the hill in the span of one stride. Ghaul disappeared under the drenching rain. His skin and horns melted away, and too little, too late…

Wolfbane himself leapt at the Queen of Nerine.

His back legs were still misshapen into some other animal’s, complete with paws, but he seemed to stretch himself thinner and sail over the open space between them anyway. He wasn’t a horse, but a creature that sprouted several eyes and widened its already too-wide mouth full of needles, lunging at Neverwhere with a snap that could be heard through the downpour.

Wolfbane felt tempted for a moment, to do what she’d done. He contemplated offering her a bit of mercy if she went quietly, like her friend Lilliana had in the Field. But he thought better of it, dug both his hooves and his claws into the unsteady footing of the mud, and hoped to overwhelm her with sheer strength if she retaliated by trying to disengage and run away.

He’d rather get on with the maiming; there was plenty of time for pillow talk later.

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