03-21-2018, 08:24 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-21-2018, 08:25 PM by Modicum Mortem.)
The clown hadn’t seen his children since they were young.
Quite frankly, it never really bothered him. His parents were uninterested in him, and he couldn’t say he felt much more than a fleeting excitement for the foals he helped raise. He didn’t love them, he didn’t love their mother.
They were pawns in his game, that ended up not being useful. Who gave a fuck?
Spring overtakes Beqanna and the snow begins to retreat. Modicum Mortem wishes it wouldn’t, he quite enjoyed winter. He is doing his usual stalking, when from a distance he hears the low, burly voice of another stallion, calling his name.
Hmm. Unfamiliar.
He makes a beeline towards the voice, and when he gets close he smells three different scents. All were older now, more mature. But he knew them.
He does not do his usual camouflage, instead he reveals himself without much of a second thought. The boys had grown in stature, but Eindridi remained small like her father. Their size meant nothing to him, if they had any intentions of hurting him, he was more than capable of fighting them off.
Mortem grins, ice blue eyes remaining cold and calculating.
”An unexpected surprise,” He lets out a wicked laugh. ”Where’s that bitch mother of yours? Whoring around with the dark god again, Zade?” he knew just what buttons to push, and he prepared himself for the backlash.
God he loved being a dick.
Quite frankly, it never really bothered him. His parents were uninterested in him, and he couldn’t say he felt much more than a fleeting excitement for the foals he helped raise. He didn’t love them, he didn’t love their mother.
They were pawns in his game, that ended up not being useful. Who gave a fuck?
Spring overtakes Beqanna and the snow begins to retreat. Modicum Mortem wishes it wouldn’t, he quite enjoyed winter. He is doing his usual stalking, when from a distance he hears the low, burly voice of another stallion, calling his name.
Hmm. Unfamiliar.
He makes a beeline towards the voice, and when he gets close he smells three different scents. All were older now, more mature. But he knew them.
He does not do his usual camouflage, instead he reveals himself without much of a second thought. The boys had grown in stature, but Eindridi remained small like her father. Their size meant nothing to him, if they had any intentions of hurting him, he was more than capable of fighting them off.
Mortem grins, ice blue eyes remaining cold and calculating.
”An unexpected surprise,” He lets out a wicked laugh. ”Where’s that bitch mother of yours? Whoring around with the dark god again, Zade?” he knew just what buttons to push, and he prepared himself for the backlash.
God he loved being a dick.
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