MORTAL
when its all the same
you can ask for it by name
The grouch gremlin eases away, spilling from his features as his mind clears. His bright green eyes clear, soften and take in his brother in whole. Not too roughed up, he looked okay yes, nothing major as far as injuries stood out. A sigh of relief passes his midnight lips as the tension in his muscles also fades away, and he is standing next to his sibling in a state of relaxation. He was feeling better now thank you very much, something about finding his twin and other half settled him.you can ask for it by name
The color of warm chocolate settles on the obnoxious feathers against his back and Mortal looks away. He’d always been so sorry that his older brother had been born ungifted and he made a point to stay grounded whenever he could when with him. “They’re awful ugly,” he whispers, returning to look his twin in the face with ever an apology written against his irises. Only after he presses them in, tucks them closer to his back as if he can make them disappear.
It isn’t long at all that they find themselves with company. First a young colt racing up to them with abandon. Where was the Mother? he thought, looking over the child to the path behind him. Surely there was someone responsible for the boy around or he hoped there was. Not that he didn’t like little kids, he just wasn’t exactly ready to parent any of them. What he could manage was a smile though, something to accompany his brother’s kind sentiment. Ahead of himself, yes indeed it would appear so. “Is your Ma coming, maybe your Da? Suppose you can wait for them with us,” Ugh, wait, wasn’t he just trying to avoid the care of a small child?
But there is one more, a stallion whose voice is coarse, thick and tangled like his Father’s mane had been. He asks where they are and Hellbane is quick to answer, also providing names to the new comer. “No one seems to know much around here, asked all the way down that damn Mountain too.” His voice was gruff from clear frustration that no one had answers. “Some kind of wood though, don’t know whose,” he remarked, ever observant. “What’d you say your name was?” He returned his gaze to the stallion, of course he knew very well the other had never said his name.
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