Thread: A New Fate for the Twins [Razgriz x Karameida x Serenity] Slow game, dont close :)

RE A New Fate for the Twins Razgriz x Karameida x Serenity Mortimer Fortescu Poor Mortimer just felt like his whole body was one huge heavy weight, his senses nearly numbed in their totality as his mind fought to process everything that happened. Anguished cries, now muted to small chokes of agony and despair, left his lips and his body had calmed considerably, evidenced by how limply he now laid in the shackles that bound him. As the minutes ticked by, he could more clearly hear the voices of these two women talking about...something. The words were still a mystery to him, but he did feel a tad more energetic truthfully, he was still exhausted but it was more the mental fatigue that held him down now. However, that soon came to an end as he felt himself hoisted and slung over a shoulder his stomach lurched from the sudden movement, threatening to douse his rescuer with something unpleasant but the urge was not strong enough to carry out the deed. He could smell the stench of blood in the air, but even with that his body did not have the strength to wretch he didn't even realize that the smell of blood was not from him, but from the massive body count that the Twin of Chaos racked up in such a short time. He then felt his body bounce a bit as the woman carried him up and out of the sacrificial chamber. Wha...wait, who...who are.... he tried to ask, still not even certain who was carrying him nor the figure who trailed behind them. Though his questions stopped when he felt slightly warmer air envelop him, though it was still somewhat cold the torches that illuminated the room served to help clarify his vision more, letting him see at least one of the women. Her hair was brown as cocoa, the voluminous threads falling down to what seemed like the middle of her back and the bangs perfectly framing her face. She was quite beautiful, as far as he could tell. However, he soon heard a voice that was all too familiar Miss Sutton, the head maid of the house. Before he could try to speak up in the woman's defense, he gave a slight yelp as he was spun around, letting Laurel see his face. Miss Sutton... he groaned out, only to silence himself once more as he felt himself be carried up the stairs he'd heard his rescuer's demand that he would be going to his room. Which he was grateful for, because right now he just felt like laying his bed and never getting out. What would possess his father to be so heartless? Hadn't he been a good son? Hadn't he been an overall proficient student in everything that he needed to learn? A few moments later, he was transferred into the care of some other maids and housekeepers who helped him get cleaned up and be put in his room to rest the space was rather elegant, the most prominent piece being the mahogany four-poster bed at the south end of the room. As the servants helped him change into his nightclothes, some were curious as to the nature of the scar that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. He'd never had it before, and the fact that it was a star made some of them uneasy though this was largely resolved when they saw it had six points and not five. No one dared asked what happened, and even if they did they knew from the boy's blank look that he would not be willing to speak. Another maid - a caring, portly woman of the same height as Laurel with dark brown locks and sea-green eyes and going by the name of Charlotte Elise - came in soon after, carrying a tray of pork slices, soda muffins, and barley water and after setting it down, left to give Mortimer some privacy. All through the house, there was chatter but they knew that for now it was better to leave things be it was obvious the young master went through something...strange, and possibly traumatic. Better to let the head maid deal with this, as she was the one who often spoke directly with the master of the house though all wondered where Lord Fortescu was. After all, he was present earlier to dismiss them for the time being.