05-04-2018, 01:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-04-2018, 01:10 PM by Modicum Mortem.)
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“Freak?” Mortem questions the young stallion, emerging from the trees behind him, careful to avoid any flying legs. “Is that any way to speak to your savior?” He howls, walking around him until he is in front of him, ice eyes peering into Kwartz’.
Anger and resentment are plastered all over his face for the world to see. He doesn’t have much of a poker face, but that will come with age. Morty grins up at him - his growth spurt had put him nearly three hands taller than the clown. He was lanky with youth, still, but would be growing into himself soon. Mortem raises a brow.
“Did you not want to come back to Sylva, Kwartz?” He asks, faking curiosity. “Did you want to stay with the people who lied to you all those years? The people who knew but never had the guts to admit it? The mother who kept the secret from you, making you a bastard, hmm?” He questions, circling him like a vulture circling his next meal. Kwartz was already dead inside, Mortem just needed to feast. “You want to go back to them, Kwartz? Or would you rather make a name for yourself?”
“Freak?” Mortem questions the young stallion, emerging from the trees behind him, careful to avoid any flying legs. “Is that any way to speak to your savior?” He howls, walking around him until he is in front of him, ice eyes peering into Kwartz’.
Anger and resentment are plastered all over his face for the world to see. He doesn’t have much of a poker face, but that will come with age. Morty grins up at him - his growth spurt had put him nearly three hands taller than the clown. He was lanky with youth, still, but would be growing into himself soon. Mortem raises a brow.
“Did you not want to come back to Sylva, Kwartz?” He asks, faking curiosity. “Did you want to stay with the people who lied to you all those years? The people who knew but never had the guts to admit it? The mother who kept the secret from you, making you a bastard, hmm?” He questions, circling him like a vulture circling his next meal. Kwartz was already dead inside, Mortem just needed to feast. “You want to go back to them, Kwartz? Or would you rather make a name for yourself?”
Modicum Mortem
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