Private with Mortis

It was one of the first, if not the first places she would stop and take a rest. It was pretty enough and the girl wasn't one to ignore a beautiful scenery. Even though it was daytime, she could only imagine how gorgeous this lake would appear at night. Assuming things went well, she would be able to see. Either way wherever she was was much better than where she lived before. New things excited her. They whet her sense of adventure, for something new. Back in her old lands people so desperately wanted to believe that that was all there was. That that was how it had to be because there wasn't much else to settle for. But she knew deep in her young heart that the world was so very big and so very diverse. There was no way it was as small as they tried to make her believe. There was no way she would let herself be trapped there. There was also no quarrel when she left, no one would miss her anyways. Asteria would rather face death that face a repetitive and docile future. So far she hadn't met death in any manner. The young wolf did well enough on her own, providing for her needs whenever necessary. Hunting was hard at first, she certainly wasn't the best but she got enough to get by. That was fine for now, besides she was never on the stockier side. Growing up she was often called out on her lankiness and slim build. People like to shame her for being so thin, not that she cared. In her mind she was perfect as is, growing up a little more did put some meat on her bones. She filled out to her legs a little more and didn't look so skinny. A black muzzle would poke out through the bushes, nostrils flaring as she inhaled all the scents. Nothing of major danger anyways. As far as she was concerned she was alone. Bringing her body out of hiding she would walk to the water and gently lap at it before laying on the bank. "Speech"

The winged pup hadn't done much exploring of late. His days had been filled with patrols, training, with a sprinkle of play. He was building the muscles in his legs that allowed him to climb trees with more ease. With the help of his wings for balance, and the grip of feline-like claws. He had heard tales of drop bears, and liked to imagine that he was just as dangerous as one. Gaining the ability to startle his foes from above. Long dark tail swishing behind him with delight, the boy skirted about the territory of Abaven. He could scent Theory in the border markings, and smiled. The Alpha he considered a friend, but then, most everyone he made the acquaintance of was friend to Mortis.

He reached the lake, and paused, startled at the vastness of it. It was greatly different from the sea of his home. It was water contained, and still, without the rage of waves. He had seemed streams of course, one bordered his home. Never before had he seen a lake. He laughed softly, eager to engage in the newness of the event. "Geronimo" he shouted, shoving speed into his stride, reaching the lake, and plunging in. He tucked his wings to his side, curling his feet for the greatest impact. The water lashed out around him as he drove himself back to the surface. Tossing his head, and grinning, treading water and soaked to the bone.

Since everyone mated with someone's cousin, there wasn't much variety. Maybe it was the region but everyone was some basic shade of brown or black or wheat. It was b o r i n g. So when her turquoise hues spotted the winged... child? Adult? She was amazed despite her confusion He was quite different from the usual. Even though he was larger she was positive he was a child. From the way he yelled and the delight on his face. The joy he got splashing in the water could only belong to a kid. Asteria was no full adult, although she held the youthful ignorance of believing she was and that she was more mature than most. Adolescent pride if you will. While he pranced around at his whim she would lick her paws feeling very proud to not be so childish. Much preferring to stay dry than get soaked. The weight of water dragging her down made her feel trapped and she hated it immensely. "Won't be able to fly if you get those big things soaked!", she called out to him. It was rude to just ignore his presence and it would be nice to make an aquaintance, "Can you even use them?" "Speech"

Mortis Fatalis

He surfaced again, treading water and grinning, face soaked and dripping as he raised it to the afternoon sun. He let out a soft, happy sigh. Simply enjoying the freedom of the world beyond the pack. He would have time to mostly dry off before night set in, and the run home would warm him.

He startled at the sound of a voice by the bank, and turned, paws still treading lightly beneath him. He looked to the wolf, and grinned at her, before angling himself to head to shore. When he reached shallow water, he began to walk, until he was free of the cool embrace of the lake. He violently shook out his coat and wings, puffing a little from the motion. Making his already intense height seem even greater, as he towered over the small (to him) stranger.

“Hi! I’m Mortis. Uhh… They are mostly a design flaw. They look pretty, but they can’t fly” he explained. He’d been asked this a few times. His mother had made him swear not to try again, after he had almost died from the first attempt. Now, he just used them to leap from trees and scare the skin off of his pack mates.

"Speech"