05-01-2018, 07:30 PM
The day in the forest was one he looked down upon. A failure, at best, was what that was. The children had bested him and he was left to slink into the shadows, that is, until Sabra renounced her throne and everything fell into place perfectly. His kingdom, his forest, and now, his captive.
Kwartz has grown into a fine young stallion. His height and build alone was enough to suit him for the ranks of Sylva. But, it was his mind that Mortem feasted after. He was vulnerable from the hardships, angry from the betrayal, and naive from his youth. It wouldn’t take much time for the clown to have him like a puppet in the palm of his hand.
“Kwartz...” His words, a whisper on the wind. The boy was his captive, but could he make him worth more? Only time could tell “Welcome home.”
@[Kwartz]
Kwartz has grown into a fine young stallion. His height and build alone was enough to suit him for the ranks of Sylva. But, it was his mind that Mortem feasted after. He was vulnerable from the hardships, angry from the betrayal, and naive from his youth. It wouldn’t take much time for the clown to have him like a puppet in the palm of his hand.
“Kwartz...” His words, a whisper on the wind. The boy was his captive, but could he make him worth more? Only time could tell “Welcome home.”
@[Kwartz]
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