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Mortis · 02-16-2020, 09:49 PM

Mortis was allowed some freedoms now, and he liked to wander through the Armada territory. His wide-eyed gaze moving back and forth as he tried to catch everything. He saw, just once, the form of Marshal, who seemed impossibly big to the small wolf, as glided lazily in the air above.

The Fatalis had no idea of course that the bird watched him, seeing Marshal was hardly an uncommon occurrence, and he dismissed it without a second thought. He was far more interested in finding the trickle-down garden of his Auntie, which up until this moment he had heard of and not seen.

He bounded forward, eyeing the small pond and the way the water lapped against the surface, and occasionally sprinkled down to the layered earth below. He didn’t stop until he was at the earth one level beneath the pond, and found the muddiest patch. He had just gotten his paws and chest soaked in dark murky liquid (and likely destroyed a few herbs) when he heard a voice. He turned around, and saw the purple eyes woman. He knew her, he had seen her on occasion around the den, and had even been picked up in her maw before. “Snake!” he cried happily, her serpent feature being what he remembered best about her, as he pulled himself out of the mud and launched himself at dirty-puppy velocity towards her.

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