The winged heir made his way from the beach, to the outskirts of the Armada pack territory. He knew Malalia was on roster for patrol, and would be the most likely place to find his friend. He felt he hadn’t seen her much since the start of Spring. It didn’t help that he had thrown himself head over heels into training. With a sigh, he stretched his wings and neck muscles as he made his way to the border, taking the opposite direction of the one Malalia would be walking. He knew it would be only a matter of time until he found her. He could help her finish the patrol, and then challenge her to a rematch. He had been putting in the hours, working until he felt his dreams were filled with the motion of battle. "Mortis"

The woman had made sure her responsibilities were taken care of, first and foremost, but other than that, she had been rather scarce in the Armada. It was what she needed right now: taking some time to get a grip on herself, and this new part of her. Using the tools that Aurielle had gifted her, and running into that Abaven wolf, had been more helpful than they knew. There were still plenty of awkward moments -- that was expected for her first heat -- but she was beginning to feel a little more in control, now. More like herself. Smelling faintly of lavender and rosemary oil, she passed along the border in a quick trot -- the fastest she would allow herself to go, though she would much rather have bolted. But she had a job to do. Especially after what happened to Magnus... she wasn't about to let any part of the border go unturned. And so, begrudgingly, she meandered along the outskirts, ignoring the itch in the back of her head. Just a little bit more. Just a little bit more before she could get the hell out of here and-- Her nose twitched, and she picked her head up, a slow grin taking over her muzzle as she spotted the figure in the distance, ears flicking forward. "Hey, angel boy." "Speech"

He found her with both his eyes and nose at the same moment. Taking a deep breath, tilting his nose slightly down to her smaller frame, he asked. "Did you fall into Io's healer kit?" She smelled like she had been rolling about in some herbs of late. He trotted to close the gap between, turning his head to smile at her as he fell into place at her side. Since he had come from the direction she was going, it required a turn-about to do so. He could be a little oblivious about some things. Especially when it came to what a girl went through when they reached two years of age. It was going to be a while still before his blood sister reached it, and no one else in the pack had gone through a seasons heat that he was to know of. For all he knew, she had just decided to take a bath in a bucket of herbs. Not that it didn't smell nice, it was just unusual for Mal.

She was holding to a decent pace today, but his longer legs kept up with ease. "Hey Reaper-girl" he returned her greeting, his tail flicking lightly behind him. "You up for a rematch after this? I'm [i]so ready[\i] to take you down" he teased. Glad she was getting the border patrol over quickly. It meant that rematch would be all the sooner.

Her lips twitched at Mortis’ question, studying him momentarily. “Mm, something like that.” Mortis’ obliviousness was surprisingly refreshing for her, though inwardly she wondered if he’d been given “the talk” yet, and if that had even included much of what the other half endured. Or maybe he just hadn't paid much attention She returned his smile with a grin of her own, bumping into his shoulder before they continued on their route. The mention of a rematch sent her eyes rolling, a ghost of a sigh slipping through. “Maybe, maybe. Let’s, uh, let's get through this patrol first…” Her ears swiveled back as she paced forward, jaws slightly parted to capture the air. Unbelievably, the cramps had gotten worse as of late, and she'd been riding the line between giddiness and exhaustion for a few hours now. Mala knew she owed him a match, but... suffice to say, her heat had thrown her a curveball, and she wasn’t feeling at her prime. Then she remembered the boy falling from the tree, and snorted in spite of herself. When had she ever been prepared? "Speech"

She rolled her eyes skyward, not her usual reaction to his determination to beat her in a match. He raised a brow with her, wondering if she was getting a little fed up with his matches. He used them as a basis for how much he learned, but he wouldn’t dear impose them on her if she thought they were a burden. Her smile told him otherwise, and he offered her one back, his tail picking up behind him. “Deal.” he agreed, falling into place beside her as her patrol continued. Occasionally,. He would get a strong whiff of her perfumed scent and sneeze. Otherwise, he said nothing else about her sudden decision to plaster flower-scents to her coat. "Mortis"

She winced inwardly whenever Mortis sneezed, though thankfully she schooled her expressions well enough that he wouldn't have thought something was up. Not unless he was looking for it. As she bent down to sniff at an old trail, she casually took a whiff of herself, tail flicking nervously. Had she applied too much of the oils? Mal had done exactly as Aurielle had advised, even enlisting Pachou's help, but perhaps she'd managed to overdo it anyway. She supposed it was better than applying too little. But any sort of attention this season was making her twitchy, and quicker to pull into herself. The patrol was unusually quiet. Mal was lost in her thoughts, surfacing often enough to do her job and not much else. It was easy to brood over the last few days, and each little disaster they held for her. She was adjusting, but not fast enough. Running into Motif had helped, as well as Aurielle. But the other Valhallan... Embarrassment flashed through her at the memory of their meeting; the unfamiliar but not entirely unpleasant feelings that had risen just from catching his scent. Keeping her composure had taken all her energy, and she’d left trying to ignore the confusion she felt. It had to be the effects of her heat, of course, how giddy she felt just to be near him. Surely that’s what the Spirit had meant…? A shaky conviction, but one she could hold onto, for now. And anyway, she was always happy to visit her friend, wasn’t she? With the end of the border coming into focus, she brightened a bit, glad to hurry the thoughts away. She bumped against Mortis’ shoulder, tossing a silent grin his way before pulling ahead of him. When there was a fair amount of distance between them, she made an about-face, and settled into her defensive stances. She wore her familiar grin, trying to quell the wild energy underneath. "You were saying something about a rematch?" "Speech"

Mal was quieter then usual, and Mort didn't push her. He let her be, lnowing if she wished to speak, she would do so at her own pace. Instead, he stalked the border, scratching the occasional tree, and peering suspiciously into the rogue territories. Winter was gone now, and Mort expected predators to come sniffing about their borders, looking for spring bounties. He had already heard of the monkeys that had tried to take off with Azurea mint plant, and the flock of raptors that has tries their talons at the kill pile.

Mortis wasn't about to let anything happen on his watch. He must, however, have been lost in his thoughts and stalking, because it surprised him when Mal broke pace beside him. She was grinning as she picked up her pace, and his tail kicked up a fuss behind him. He bunched his muscles in preparation to race her, but realized a moment later what she intended. "You bet!" He agreed, setting his stance in the space she had given them.

He didn't wait long, racing forward a moment later like the bulldozer he was. He was big, and heavy, and his wings only increased his reach. He tended to go for a direct approach, and bring his opponent into close quarters. He also knew that Mal liked to be quick on her feet, and had an annoying habit of taking bites out of his butt. So, he raced at her, wings tucked in, and then threw them out hard and wide at the laat moment, trying to cut off or slow down her ability to go around him.



Mortis Fatalis vs Mal for spar
Round 1/2
Age: under 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Snow leopard, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Kea, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive
Mutation 2: Feline claws - Offensive
Mutation 3: Wings - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Hunter
Specialty: n/a