MORTAL
prince of the chamber
What an odd and curious place, each day was stranger and stranger. Not only was the world he was spilled into much bigger than before but it had an off assortment of weird horses living in it too. Nevermind that he was probably considered one of those weird horses. First of all his Father was some sort of fire man, or magma or something Mother had called it. Whatever it was it was hot, really hot and Mortal did well to remember to give him a wide berth when his skin was charred and ashen. Even Mother was different. She was green sometimes, other times she was black or red or blue, whatever mood suited her really, her skin was ever changing colors and he found it lovely. Hellbane was kind of like Mother in that way, no his skin didn't change but somehow some of the green had leaked from Mom and painted him around the mouth and legs and each one of his points.
Freaks. They were a bunch of freaks but it was sort of nice that way.
Although Mother and Father had no wings to speak of here he was with a pair of his own, transparent and bat like in appearance. He too had fallen prey to the bleeding of ink and had shocks of bright hair coming out his ends. The only normal one seemed to be that guy Arthas that was there when they were born, Mortal wondered why that was. Was it the other way around? Was his family normal and Arthas the weird guy? He'd have to ask someone to know for sure.
Other than being home to an eclectic array of horses the Chamber was pretty normal, perhaps because he knew no different. It was bigger than the womb he shared with his older brother. There was plenty of space to run and kick and no one shoving you in return to get back into a comfortable position. It smelled nice too, like the trees that seemed to take over the whole forest, every one of them was a pine tree and left little hard cones on the ground.
Those tasted bad, they were not for eating.
dont wanna hang around the in crowd, the cool kids aren't cool to me
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this is awkward.yes.