03-21-2018, 05:20 PM
They arrived in Sylva all at once, like palpable black shadows upon the autumn leaves at their feet. It had been years since any of them had come here. Hell, it had been years since the thought of Sylva crossed their minds. The trees that once stored laughter and glee now encompassed dread and age-old hatred for the bastards that raised them.
The siblings stood on the border of the forest, their heads held high in wait for their father. Eindridi (the smallest of the trio as well as the only girl) fidgeted nervously between her brothers, her ears flicking nervously at every sound. Despite their sister's anxiety Chapel and Zade stood tall (much taller than their sister) muscles rigid as they waited for him. A call had been issued, and if Zade had been correct the clown still lurked here.
Deep down Zade knew he was right. He could smell the man from here.
"I haven't seen papa in so long.."
The spotted mare whispered, her crystalline gaze meeting the warm brown hues of Zade who smiled as Chapel let out a disgruntled snort. None of them had seen him since they were children, hate did that to a relationship. Abandonment did that to a relationship.
Zade cringed at the thought and swung his head to study his siblings, their features so different from his own. There was Eindridi, small and frail like her father, though painted brilliantly like their mother. There was Chapel who was large and broad (adopted in his early years) with hard blue eyes that didn't quite match the shade of either Lillith's cold gaze or the steely eyes of Modicum. And then there was Zade, so much like his mother. A dark god had been his father, but in that sense, he was half-siblings with damn near everyone in Beqanna. Despite that little blip, he was all deep browns (different from Eindridi's but far from the ebony of Chapel) painted with white and splotches of pale blues and deep purples. The coat of his mother and the markings of a fling. When he thought of that he turned his gaze back towards the forest once more, his throat tight with rage.
As the painted stallion stood rigid his brother threw his head back, letting out a throat-wrenching scream. They all stood still after that, knowing that soon the trio would be joined by the man that had haunted their nightmares for so long.
@[Modicum Mortem]