[private] Endings make quite good Beginnings|| MORTY

[Lázádo]

They arrived in Sylva all at once, like palpable black shadows upon the autumn leaves at their feet. It had been years since any of them had come here. Hell, it had been years since the thought of Sylva crossed their minds. The trees that once stored laughter and glee now encompassed dread and age-old hatred for the bastards that raised them. 

The siblings stood on the border of the forest, their heads held high in wait for their father. Eindridi (the smallest of the trio as well as the only girl) fidgeted nervously between her brothers, her ears flicking nervously at every sound. Despite their sister's anxiety Chapel and Zade stood tall (much taller than their sister) muscles rigid as they waited for him. A call had been issued, and if Zade had been correct the clown still lurked here. 

Deep down Zade knew he was right. He could smell the man from here.

"I haven't seen papa in so long.."

The spotted mare whispered, her crystalline gaze meeting the warm brown hues of Zade who smiled as Chapel let out a disgruntled snort. None of them had seen him since they were children, hate did that to a relationship. Abandonment did that to a relationship. 

Zade cringed at the thought and swung his head to study his siblings, their features so different from his own. There was Eindridi, small and frail like her father, though painted brilliantly like their mother. There was Chapel who was large and broad (adopted in his early years) with hard blue eyes that didn't quite match the shade of either Lillith's cold gaze or the steely eyes of Modicum. And then there was Zade, so much like his mother. A dark god had been his father, but in that sense, he was half-siblings with damn near everyone in Beqanna. Despite that little blip, he was all deep browns (different from Eindridi's but far from the ebony of Chapel) painted with white and splotches of pale blues and deep purples. The coat of his mother and the markings of a fling. When he thought of that he turned his gaze back towards the forest once more, his throat tight with rage.

As the painted stallion stood rigid his brother threw his head back, letting out a throat-wrenching scream. They all stood still after that, knowing that soon the trio would be joined by the man that had haunted their nightmares for so long.

@[Modicum Mortem]

[Modicum Mortem]

The clown hadn’t seen his children since they were young.

Quite frankly, it never really bothered him. His parents were uninterested in him, and he couldn’t say he felt much more than a fleeting excitement for the foals he helped raise. He didn’t love them, he didn’t love their mother.

They were pawns in his game, that ended up not being useful. Who gave a fuck?

Spring overtakes Beqanna and the snow begins to retreat. Modicum Mortem wishes it wouldn’t, he quite enjoyed winter. He is doing his usual stalking, when from a distance he hears the low, burly voice of another stallion, calling his name.

Hmm. Unfamiliar.

He makes a beeline towards the voice, and when he gets close he smells three different scents. All were older now, more mature. But he knew them.

He does not do his usual camouflage, instead he reveals himself without much of a second thought. The boys had grown in stature, but Eindridi remained small like her father. Their size meant nothing to him, if they had any intentions of hurting him, he was more than capable of fighting them off.

Mortem grins, ice blue eyes remaining cold and calculating.

”An unexpected surprise,” He lets out a wicked laugh. ”Where’s that bitch mother of yours? Whoring around with the dark god again, Zade?” he knew just what buttons to push, and he prepared himself for the backlash.

God he loved being a dick.

[Lázádo]

No, he couldnt allow that prick to get to him like this. The words the clown spit should have meant nothing to them. They didnt mean anything to them. Though the brothers felt the tensing of their sister the boys merely chuckled in unison. They had learned to take punches with gratitude.

"Guess you just weren't doing it for her in that department."

Chapel speaks out, his voice booming above the rest of them. He is the image of reserved power, the hatred he held coiled deep in the pit of his stomach. Muscles bunched like cords beneath the ebony skin pulled across his broad bodice. If he really wanted to he could kill the clown right here, but that would be no fun.

"Silly boys."

It is Eindridi, her voice a mirror of her mother's. The musical note of it floated through the forest, silencing even the frogs that croaked sadly in the brush. She was hauntingly gorgeous and deadly smart, but like her mother, she held a soft spot for her family. Even the devil before her made her a weak-hearted fool.

"You always were a jokester Chap, leave daddy alone teasing is rude."

She sang as she walked forward, tail curling around the slim legs that pulled her through the foliage towards her father. Never would she be dumb enough to touch him, but being closer simply made her happier, even if she were to be yelled at it would be worth it for these few moments.

"He deseved it.."

The groveling voice of Zade is heard as he tosses in his worthless cent. Every muscle in his chest was ticking with rage that they had decided to do this. Who's idea was this anyway?

With one glance at his siblings, he growled, of course, it had been his.

"What village have you recently pillaged? Any child murders I should know about? I am curious."

Chapel aquires lazily, his eyes locked in on the ebony stallion before them. He did so love a story.

[Modicum Mortem]

A sharp laugh pierces the Sylvan air.

"I see you've acquired my wit Chapel," His eyebrows raise tauntingly. "Seems you'll have to get better at making your comments hurt." The clown's eyes move slowly to the figure approaching, his daughter. She stands his height, her voice is a mirror of her mother's.Save for looks and voice, however, she is nothing like the devil's her parents were. A blessing, maybe, but to Mortem is just made her a weak link. His nostrils flair - she was a disgrace. They all were.

"Children are the most fun to kill, Chapel," He moves the ice of his eyes to the middle child. "They fear the most. But enough about me, children. What brings you here? Do I owe you some allowance or something?" He lets out a howling laugh.