04-20-2018, 08:40 AM
Modicum Mortem knows what goes on in his woods. He has mastered the art of stealth over the years - a once clumsy, noisy child has turned into a sneaking, silent hunter. A snake, slithering unknown through the Sylvan forest.
The two diplomats had come to the heart of Sylva, one in front of the other. Mortem has heard them, and he weaved through the blood stained tree trunks and fallen autumn leaves until he found them. His eyebrow had raised curiously - he recognized the stallion as one who used to live here. The other was unfamiliar, but it didn’t seem to matter.
Just as he was about to reveal himself, Lepis is approaching them. His body stays still, assessing what he should decide to do in this particular situation.
The clown king decides to wait. To see what his prize from the treaty would do, what she would say. Let’s see if her upbringing could come in handy.
OOC: Morty is watching for now!
The two diplomats had come to the heart of Sylva, one in front of the other. Mortem has heard them, and he weaved through the blood stained tree trunks and fallen autumn leaves until he found them. His eyebrow had raised curiously - he recognized the stallion as one who used to live here. The other was unfamiliar, but it didn’t seem to matter.
Just as he was about to reveal himself, Lepis is approaching them. His body stays still, assessing what he should decide to do in this particular situation.
The clown king decides to wait. To see what his prize from the treaty would do, what she would say. Let’s see if her upbringing could come in handy.
OOC: Morty is watching for now!
|Proceed with Caution|