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[Mortal]

MORTAL

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you can ask for it by name

Not much to look at, unless you’re fascinated with endless fields of grass and purple wildflowers. Mortal wasn’t terribly intrigued by it but he was sure that someone could be. No, it was nice enough of course, the tall green grass brushed his stomach just so, and the flowers were fragrant but he hadn’t taken a particular fondness to studying plant matter. Mortal was more into people and places in general than the particular aspects of a place, like for instance, this Meadow.

He was more interested in the horses that moved through the rolling fields and rested under the few trees that provided shade from the sun. It just so happened that the meadow was a good place to do that, merely coincidental. It met all the basic needs, food, drink, shelter.

The draft cross left his twins side rarely as of late, what with all the changes taking place it was best to stick close. Heavens forbid they be separated on a much larger scale than this last time, he didn’t want to take that chance. However he couldn’t be a constant shadow, that was irritating to anyone and he was a growing man besides. Silly to try to hold big brothers hand forever.

Yet he wanted to be useful so he thought he might look for others to help in their cause, the one of finding a place for the non-magic folk, those that were untraited. Just so happens he was no such thing, the evidence screaming from his back in a pair of large, inky black bird wings.

killdare x dacia

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