Autumn had changed the scenery around them; the trees burst into deep reds and oranges, casting an warm, eerie glow throughout the forest. The clown king had but one purpose...to find the Wraith, and to become an adversary to his cause.
However, he would not bow to him. No...Modicum does not bow to anyone, no matter how "powerful"...he simply wanted a piece of what the alabaster stag had to offer, and he had ways of getting it.
It isn't hard to find him - his pelt is blindingly white, his eyes red with the blood of his enemies. Modicum is surprised to find that he isn't much taller than the clown (granted, this means nothing...height is just a trait, and this stallion has a reputation that exceeds it). However, Gryffen does not stand alone today - another one, smokey coat painted with blotches of white, has reached him before Modicum Mortem. His eyes roll in frustration - is this man ever alone? It seems he is always followed, if not by his followers of the now-fallen Taiga, then by an ever-growing number of mares.
God, this guy was brilliant.
Mortem decides to do what he does best - stalk. He has heard bits and pieces of the interaction already, but he wants to know more, especially an answer to the smokey mare's question: why would a king destroy his kingdom?
A good question indeed, and one that could make this stallion everything the clown was looking for...he just had to wait.
Modicum Mortem
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