can't sleep.

[taennyn]

Someone request babble on someone/thing. or a snippet.

[ETA] there is no time limit on this. You are free to request more than one babble and/or snippet.

[ETA2] Snips and babble so far:
Thaddeus, babble and snip (ignore the perverts down the thread, they're bad!werewolves), snip
Phoebe and Aifiric's wedding day
Isael (and Loki-horse), babble

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[taennyn]

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Loki likes to run--no. Loki likes to work, to be useful, but he demands that his rider prove their ability, always. He is a Forest horse--he's not afraid of wolf smell, so Conall can walk past without Loki rearing or even twitching particularly--which is nice, when Conall wants to tag along on a long ride. Long, leggy black wolf running alongside a red horse, a pack made more peculiar by the ease it shifts and changes when they smell manticore.

There's an odd peace in being able to give over to the instincts that speak in the back of his mind, whispering of angles and shudders of foliage, that pulls a bow from a saddlebag and an arrow from the quiver beside it before the conscious mind even registers that the horse has been turned to a walk and the wolf is safely out of the zone of fire, a black shadow crouched in the trees opposite the flickers of scaly movement.

The horse snorts as a knee presses to his side, the reins dropped to the horn and looped once, and the arrow nocked and pulled, waiting for a perfect shot.

Given as the manticore scents horse and human and prowls out, head high to sniff at the breeze.

The harpy-fletched arrow takes it in the eye, sinking halfway up the length into the skull, and the animal drops, the beginnings of a hunting roar dying in its throat.

The wolf grins, a display of teeth and tongue in his periphrel vision that attracts his attention and makes him smile back as he replaces the bow.