MORTAL
prince of the chamber
Of course Mortal would soon learn that there were very many things that were not good for eating, not just prickly pine cones. Some plants were also terrible to ingest, leaving one sick to the stomach or fevered or breaking your skin out into itchy rashes. For now nibbles and sniffs are harmless, but it is likely that one day he will encounter plant life that is more foreboding. This is not that day, instead he shoves the hard, brown cone with his nose and watches as it rolls awkwardly away.It wasn’t often than Mortal wandered from his Dam but sometimes exploring was best, long as he found his way back. Sometimes he tried to coax Hellbane to come with him but his older brother had not uttered one word to him since birth, and so in the end he always awkwardly scooted away on his own. Brother would talk when he was ready but that did not mean that Mortal should stay tethered to Ma, or maybe it did. Perhaps he was a terrible little brother for playing by himself, the silence breaks when a shuffling footstep reaches his ebony ears. shuffle, shuffle, slink
Young and naïve to the world and unafraid of the dark and the freaks that may or may not go bump in the night, Mortal watches the approaching male with curiosity. A young black body shifts against the weeds and grasses, wings pressing up and down against his skin at the slinking male, his green eyes wide. Too few are the Chamberlings that he has met and he is not entirely sure that his family really counts as far as having acquaintances or friends goes. He wonders who the stranger is long before he reaches him, tiny nose rising to sniff the air too much like a dog.
When he speaks he does not contemplate an answer for long, nor does he think anything odd about the question. “Yes I am new, I am Mortal.” If his name meant something it did not click in his young mind, it was simply a moniker, a calling that Father had stuck him with.
“Reap?” The boy repeats the name as if it is a question, tossing the short word in his mouth with ease as he tries his best to remember it. “Reap, why doesn’t that matter?” Maybe new was bad, or unimportant, maybe Reap knew things Mortal did not.
dont wanna hang around the in crowd, the cool kids aren't cool to me
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im sorry if this doesnt give muse. bbys are hard :/