09-23-2016, 09:29 AM
MORTAL
when its all the same
you can ask for it by name
Somehow or other he and his brother had earned quite the audience. Well, that or everyone just happened to stumble down the mountainside or waltz into the forest at about the same time. Yeah, probably the later because while Mortal had a set of ridiculous feather wings he was nothing fancy to look at otherwise, nor was he that interesting. Their world was filled with the exotic, at least before it was, and some rando pegasus was nothing to gawk at. For most.you can ask for it by name
The little boy’s eyes creep over his black hide, then his inky feathers and Mortal feels rather exposed. Luckily his Mother arrives, even if it is with caution and lingering uncertainty lining her features and apparent in the tensing of her body language. Hellbane looks over his shoulder and Mortal almost follows suit. The woman, come to find out her name is Maus, begins with apologies and of course they are unnecessary. Boys wander, if anyone knew that the brothers certainly would, especially himself. Exploring was how he learned, how he came by information, how Mortal kept with his practice of being certain of things. Which is exactly what he liked.
“He’s right, don’t worry about it.” his vivid green eyes found the small boy, excitedly telling his Dam how he wanted to be different like them. “Ahh, be careful with wishes little Pitch. Sometimes being different is enough to land you in trouble,” they were just that too, especially if overheard by the wrong set of ears.
His own black set take note of another approaching footstep, followed by his eyes finding a speckled spectator. The weight of the stallion’s eyes are by far heavier than the child’s when they find his feathers. Mortal obliges him with a set jaw and heavy lidded stare. “Why wouldn’t it be?” he wonders after the strangers asking, as if he and his sibling would give anyone reason to think that their presence wasn’t perfectly amicable to the lady. Their previous guest went on about Magic being out of control and Mortal takes the statement in quietly and without comment, he hadn’t much room to talk and wasn’t often humored with opinions given his own particular peculiarities.
Luckily Hellbane asks for quiet and Mortal doesn’t need to put it to practice as his lips are already currently sealed in a flat line. When he preaches his own injustices Mortal’s ears fall flat against his head but he doesn’t protest, he already knew deep down his twin’s feelings on the matter- even if he had never before spoke of them. He waits for their answers at the end of Hellbane’s speech, curious for information as always. They may not be fond of him or his gift but like it or not, eyes in the sky were eventually useful.
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