04-20-2018, 07:58 PM
Modicum Mortem is hungry. Chaos is a drug that feeds his soul. He craves it, he worships it. He could not waver from his innate addiction - he was born a psychopath. Why not indulge in it? Not everyone in Sylva is like him in his craving for bedlam. Some here would rather take on a more calm darkness - a more subtle sin that festers like a wound within the heart of the golden canopy. He does not care which one they all prefer...as long as they are here, and as long as they keep the rest of Beqanna on their toes, he was satisfied.
He is there, watching the newcomer stand in the stagnant pool. No breeze lingers in the trees this morning, just a thick mist that hangs low to the ground. The forest had lost what little brightness it had once had to the evil of Beqanna...he'd be lying if he said he didn't relish in it. He is quiet for awhile, simply observing the murky green stallion stare into the black abyss of water.
He lets out a tactical snort, grabbing at the stallion's attention before stepping closer to the lake. "Your name..." He breathes, raising one eyebrow. "I never got a chance to learn it."
He is there, watching the newcomer stand in the stagnant pool. No breeze lingers in the trees this morning, just a thick mist that hangs low to the ground. The forest had lost what little brightness it had once had to the evil of Beqanna...he'd be lying if he said he didn't relish in it. He is quiet for awhile, simply observing the murky green stallion stare into the black abyss of water.
He lets out a tactical snort, grabbing at the stallion's attention before stepping closer to the lake. "Your name..." He breathes, raising one eyebrow. "I never got a chance to learn it."
Modicum Mortem
@[Maugrim] I'm sorry this is garbage. It'll get better. I'm bad at beginnings.
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