MORTAL
when its all the same
you can ask for it by name
That Mountain. How, why? Mortal shook his head sending vibrant green tendrils of hair across his face. How long had he been up there? He wondered this thought, almost speaking it out loud. The black manchild was not used to being uncertain, was not used to not knowing something or at least being able to find an answer. Everyone he asked on the way down hadn’t known either, it’s as if they had all conveniently had that little tidbit removed from their memory banks.you can ask for it by name
Oh and best part, he had woke on the Mountainside alone. As if this was some sort of test, some sort of game. He scoffed, he was strong enough and more than capable to survive on his own. His Father had seen to that. However, he had family too, he wanted to know that they were okay- his siblings, his parents. Where the hell was everybody?
Almost the best part. There was also the wings. No no, not the lovely bat wings he had been born with, no. These, these wings were not his, they were heavier- they were feathered. Inky black feathered wings like a bird, an overgrown bird.
A scowl took his charcoal lips, he stomped across a forest path with an unusual grumpiness. Then the most welcome sight came into view, bay and green and intimately familiar. They had shared a womb after all and though he knew not where his brother had gone, somehow he knew he was okay.
“Hellbane,” he called, picking up his pace as he made his way to his twin. “Take a little more than the end of the world to keep us down huh?” he joked, or tried to. Mortal had never really been good at it
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