do you feel like a young god? jah-lilah

[Modicum Mortem]

Every move you make, every breath you take, I'll be watching you... 

Watching the flame mare had proved to be more interesting than expected. He learned of the grove she slept in, the triangle-relationship she had with the leader of Ischia and another he had yet to see. She had many ties to many different horses, places, things, and as he stalks her, he finally sees what she had meant about a "Dragon-King."

He is golden and bronze, completely scaled. Amber orbs peer out from hooded lids. Mortem stays low, as he so often does while he is hunting. His body is covered in mud today, which proves to hide his scent better than the sand. The clown doesn't mind getting a little dirty, especially when it'll help advance his place with Gryffen. 

They talk of Ciri, daughter-of-the-stars. Something about a polyamorous relationship gone wrong. He can only assume it's not for everybody, and they move on. It doesn't seem to be going much of anywhere, but Mortem is forced to stay, just in case. 

And then it happens. She brings to him some peyote and peculiar mushrooms. As the dragon-king swallows it, he begins to fold to her every desire. He is confessing everything to her, and the wytch just stands there, listening. Modicum Mortem's eyes widen; what a delicious thing she has just shown him... 

Modicum Mortem

They all float…

ooc: again, don't mind him. just doing some stalking for Gryffen.