06-10-2022, 09:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-10-2022, 09:43 PM by Mentu. Edited 1 time in total.)
There had been little time, Mentu posed in his head, for him to take true roots in this new place. The alien and the strange still rung endlessly against his psyche, pushing him to moments and thoughts that he both disliked and did not understand. The world around him was solid to the touch, could be scented, heard, tasted even if one were so inclined to reach out and lick the cold limestone walls. It was somehow not enough. He still felt as if he was not present.
A ghost then, shadowing secret passages down the veins of reality. Why did he feel this deep darkness inside of him?
Mentu had been pacing for some time, a methodic back and forth near the place that his dear sister had chosen as her own domain. Viscountess!! Could you believe that?! In his pacing, Mentu's thoughts grew darker, spottier, mish-mashed with the coiled poison of his disgust. He'd seen her at the meeting... He knew the scent of her....All wrong.. ALL WRONG! The Inferos-Saxe were pure and yet the spores in the air had told him more than he could handle.
Had it been his brothers, in a way he might have been able to understand. His jealousy had always been palpable when they chose his inferiors over him, but at least it would have been of their blood. THEIR BLOOD! A throb of pain suddenly ripped through Mentu's left temple, a fierce thing stripping a part of his vision into bright, confusing lights. Gasping, he stopped his pacing and took a moment. Clenched his eyes until the bright streak went away. But the pain just behind his ear did not. He suddenly turned his head towards Reign's den and began the deliberate trek to the heart of things.
He poked his head within, seeing nothing to disturb his entrance he crossed the threshold. He was of the blood after all. A light growl lingering in the back of his throat he proceeded into her den.
@Reign
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