05-04-2018, 12:07 PM
He had come. He had no choice, by the laws of the land, but there was more to it than that. Tephra waa not home. It was a smelly, overly warm pile of rocks filled with horses he resented. Mother had not come for him, nor sent word of her situation, nor any kind of contact at all. For all intents and purposes, he had been abandoned. Granted, he was nearly grown now. Long past the age when a foal stopped needing it's mother to survive. Still, the facts hurt. Clearly, he had needed his mother much more than she needed him, and the trail of lies that had made up his childhood only served to cement that concept.
So he had come, willingly and without a fuss. When the steal had been declared, the emotion he had turned almost to relief. This was something, some action, some release for the anger inside. And he was going home. As the trees began their familiar shift into perpetual autumn, he smiled slightly. He might very well be walking into his death, but at least he got to see his home once more.
The painted Pegasus was taller now than when he'd left. A growth spurt had placed his stature nearly parallel to his sire's, though he had yet to fill out this newly lengthy frame. It would come, with another year or so. Not that it mattered, terribly. He was here, captive of the clown. That fucking clown. His eerie voice bounced from the trees, raising hair along the young stallion's spine. It was impossible to tell which direction the mocking whisper had originated from. Ears tilting back against his skull, Kwartz turned his head to and fro, trying to catch a glimpse of the demon who had summoned him here. "Show yourself, freak. I'm here. What do you want with me?" All sense of peace from the familiar surroundings evaporated as he remembered just how dark these woods could be.
@[Modicum Mortem]
So he had come, willingly and without a fuss. When the steal had been declared, the emotion he had turned almost to relief. This was something, some action, some release for the anger inside. And he was going home. As the trees began their familiar shift into perpetual autumn, he smiled slightly. He might very well be walking into his death, but at least he got to see his home once more.
The painted Pegasus was taller now than when he'd left. A growth spurt had placed his stature nearly parallel to his sire's, though he had yet to fill out this newly lengthy frame. It would come, with another year or so. Not that it mattered, terribly. He was here, captive of the clown. That fucking clown. His eerie voice bounced from the trees, raising hair along the young stallion's spine. It was impossible to tell which direction the mocking whisper had originated from. Ears tilting back against his skull, Kwartz turned his head to and fro, trying to catch a glimpse of the demon who had summoned him here. "Show yourself, freak. I'm here. What do you want with me?" All sense of peace from the familiar surroundings evaporated as he remembered just how dark these woods could be.
@[Modicum Mortem]