Lone Star Mountain cloud giant

last one from me <3 now, HURRY UP AURE!!

as vonn murmured and coiled about him like a pet snake, stigmata rumbled in displeasure and rolled his eyes at the breathy drama. the mending archangel had every reason to worship the iron wolf. the male's generosity alone should have marked him for sainthood in the foreigner's eyes. but the warhound himself was under no such illusions. before him was a half-mended specter. a beautiful man, if one ever could be called such, but one who had done nothing for diaspora but take from it and offer breathy promises in return - the fulfillment of which he had no way of knowing would ever be repaid.

but stigmata had held up his end. and vonn would repay diaspora, one way or another, if he ever returned to these peaks. as twisted as things had become - even sending takiyok away in revulsion - everything stigmata had said he had meant quite literally. coyness aside.

he shoved lightly as vonn departed from him, and shook himself; glad to be rid of the premature physical connection he did not approve of. stigmata was general. if just anyone could rub up against him, no problem, then what kind of ruler did that make him? the place at his side was currently reserved for mahler, so he was glad when the male left him before he had to reprimand the actions himself. "you will not magick me, vonn. you owe us life. not pleasures." wiggling his tail, the wolf snorted, and loose-trotted back to where he had been standing before.

"begone from these mountains, enchanter," he said over his shoulder, motioning for thorn to take up after takiyok's trail, before following at a slower clip. he paused to look back at the starry-eyed druid. "i hope you find your sister," the mountain wraith told the celestial twin in earnest, before turning to disappear swiftly down the mountain with his comrades.