you're dripping like a saturated sunrise, anyone

[Mortal]

MORTAL

when its all the same
you can ask for it by name

Onward, he tells himself as he presses his bulk past the Meadows and into the Forest. He had work to do, or he made work for himself, either way it had to get done. Mortal had taken it upon himself to scour the common areas for horses to invite to his brother’s cause, their cause- was it? Surely it was because here he was, traipsing through the wood on a well worn path, his heavy feet plodding into the earth and breaking up the loose dirt. And when they found a home it would be just as much his as his brothers and just as much his as the other horses that had stumbled across their paths. (or walked mind you, some even ran but regardless they were all acquainted now)

Mortal is less picky about the whole invitation thing, the selection process if you will but he knew that wasn’t the goal. The idea was to have a land for non-magic folk, for those not traited where they could feel safe and secure from the world of those that had gifts. Where they could seek seclusion from those horses, horses like himself.

Now that might seem sort of counterproductive, joining a group where he was the very thing which they sought freedom from but he was born into it if you will. No one picks their family, just as they do not pick their birth rights and Mortal had been born the gifted twin where Hellbane had not. No, instead he was the little brother casting the shadow on the eldest and by the Gods his brother loved him for it anyway. That’s why he was here making good on the plan, nostrils flexing in the damp air and his ears perking when he caught the tell-tale scent of another.

His bulky head lifts, neck straining forward as he inhales and exhales his nostrils following suit with each flare of his big nose. He didn’t bother to stay out of sight, he was too cumbersome to hide most places and the shock of lime green hair sprouting from his neck and hind were terrible to try to camouflage. “Hello?” he tries, his vivid green eyes searching the bushes. Against his back the sun that breaks through the trees displays dappled leaf light against his black coat and coaxes a shine from the slick feathers of his inky colored wings.

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