06-04-2016, 03:17 PM
MORTAL
prince of the chamber
The Chamberling doesn’t think anything of his assured approach, it’s all he knows, all he’s been taught. From a very young age he had strayed from the sides of his Dam, wandered the ever ashy pines and he had been taught that which his Father saw necessary. It surprised him how different he was from his brother, they had shared a womb, and still they were very unlike one another. Mortal loved Hellbane but Hellbane was more interested in staying with Mom than he was, Hellbane didn’t seem interested in exploring the world as much as he did. Sometimes that made the winged-boy sad but he would never admit it, sometimes it worried him too. Was there something wrong with him? Was he too independent, too unafraid, too certain? Mortal was a cup for filling some would say, he was interested and eager to learn and to know. Some children had little time for what he would call real learning but Mortal sought this life, this teaching and as they say, not all who wander are lost. Indeed the Chamber prince was not lost, not really, though he did not know for certain where his legs carried him he did know he could find his way home if need be. That was important you know, that was what really mattered so instead of worrying he seized the opportunity. Crunching along the failing grasses he made his approach and much to his liking the other boy didn’t shrink away from him. That was something that sometimes happened, if not for his size then surely for his appearance but the black boy couldn’t be entirely sure of the reason. No, this one didn’t have anything to sulk away from really, if anything Mortal would guess he had been subject to much the same treatment in his very short life. It’s not every day you see a kid who appeared to be dead but wasn’t, even if your own family was full of freaks, even if the Chamber housed many differences.
“Jinn?” he repeats the name as a question, as if her were confirming that it what the boy had called himself. Mortal knew only a handful of names and most of them weren’t entirely interesting, at least not to him. He peers over the boy, simply looking, wondering how on earth he managed to function in the state he was in, it looked unnatural- painful even. What he doesn’t immediately notice is that the gold-tipped boy does the same to him, eyes lingering on the filmy appendages on his backside.
”What is that there? On your back?”
What is that? He wonders to himself, turning his neck and head to blink at his own wings as if seeing them for the first time. He thought it was very well obvious what they were, unless they didn’t have wings wherever this boy had come from. “Well, they’re my wings Jinn.” the statement was plain as he spread them only a bit as to show them better to the undead one. “They just, well..you can see through them so I suppose they might look a bit different.” Suppose, that was a lie. Mortal knew very well they were not the usual sort, the normal ones were whole and opaque, they were scaled or feathered- they were like Victra’s or Kimber’s. “I mean, yes, they are different aren’t they? My sister has nice ones, changing ones.” Again he finds the milky eyes and gilded nostrils of the boy before him, the one named Jinn.
“How about you then, doesn’t that hurt, are you supposed to look like that?” Well then, that was quite forward and rude but Mortal was genuinely curious. “Well, I mean...you kind of look dead.” There, that wasn’t any better now was it?
dont wanna hang around the in crowd, the cool kids aren't cool to me
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