11-04-2020, 08:58 PM
<p align=justify>Avocet had tried following Manikin. That had been his first mistake. And this will probably be the only time that he attempts to follow his twin again.
<b>"Manny,"</b> the bay yearling whispers angrily to the dark. She's out here somewhere. He's sure of it. (There is <i>something</i> out there and Avocet rationalizes that it has to be his twin. He never considers that it could be the gates to the Afterlife - or other realms - opening or closing. He never considers goblins or ghouls, spirits or specters. The thing that is out there is only his sister, searching for the beak and talon that Carnage had stripped from her.)
The lanky adolescent stumbles on a root and when he looks up, the colt freezes. He isn't alone. There are others - a few that have gathered around the thing that is <i>not</i> his sister - and the yearling stands quietly, wishing that he could blend better in with the dark and shadows. He wishes that he could vanish beneath the brambles and leave the group that he has stumbled across.
Something croons in the dark. Something that seems far worse than Popinjay.
<b>"Trick,"</b> Avocet quips back, certain that this is what it was.
<b>"Manny,"</b> the bay yearling whispers angrily to the dark. She's out here somewhere. He's sure of it. (There is <i>something</i> out there and Avocet rationalizes that it has to be his twin. He never considers that it could be the gates to the Afterlife - or other realms - opening or closing. He never considers goblins or ghouls, spirits or specters. The thing that is out there is only his sister, searching for the beak and talon that Carnage had stripped from her.)
The lanky adolescent stumbles on a root and when he looks up, the colt freezes. He isn't alone. There are others - a few that have gathered around the thing that is <i>not</i> his sister - and the yearling stands quietly, wishing that he could blend better in with the dark and shadows. He wishes that he could vanish beneath the brambles and leave the group that he has stumbled across.
Something croons in the dark. Something that seems far worse than Popinjay.
<b>"Trick,"</b> Avocet quips back, certain that this is what it was.