Was I?I was too lazy to play.__________________________________
Rank. Rank was nothing. Rank appeared to mean absolutely nothing, and that was maddening. It was something that he couldn’t really handle. He was done with being nothing. That was enough to drive himself mad. He was driving himself mad bit by bit, maybe that was it. Maybe that was all Bane was capable of. He could drive himself crazy over and over again, and that was all he needed. That was nowhere near what he needed. It was enough to bring Bane crawling the walls and out of his skin and… what. Who needed him, anyway? Not really… much of anyone. Not really anyone that coyldnt do it without him, at least.

And then there was Tesseract. “Not when the high and mighty think themselves against fighting their family.” But he would fight Alcide if he really could. He would get up one day and rip the old man’s throat out. He’d be able to feel blood dripping down his muzzle, filling his mouth hot and silvery… he could do that. One day he would do it, one day… one day when he had the chance for real. One day when he really could do it. One day when he was too close to the edge… all it would take is a little push.

“You aren’t the only one in the room that wants to overthrow the old broad.” Swallowbane grouses quietly, wiping at his face with a black paw. His tail flicks at his haunches, and he can’t help but… think. Think what it would be like to be his own king, once and for all. He wouldn’t name an heir, he wouldn’t do that to his own children. He would let them figure it out when he was old and dead. He would place all of the children on equal ground, he wouldn’t make them feel like shit, he wouldn’t leave. Swallowbane wouldn’t leave them like his father had. If any of them stepped up to the plat and oh, say, kept the rest of the family alive he’d look at that like he was supposed to. He’d give credit where credit was do.

He’d end his father, eventually. “Name’s Bane… former heir of Spirane.” The words drip with a certain… certain angst. That’s the truth. That’s the real truth, and he can’t hold that back any more. He can’t hold much of anything back anymore. Maybe that’s where he really and truly went wrong. Bane can’t hold himself away from the things that he needs to. That’s a problem. There are lots of things that eat Bane alive, and that shines through. It shines straight through the creature.
__________________________________calista’s heart and soul
try to amplify the sound of light and love