These broken wings
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Mortis
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
age
6 Years
6 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
103
103
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
02-20-2020, 03:14 AM
Asla came up to him silently, curling about him easily, fitting under his wings like she was born to be there, pressing against his side. It was a really weird pose, and experimentally, Mortis tried stretching out that wing, and folding it around her like a blanket. He looked at little Asla with her sweet purple eyes, and immediately felt guilty for his dark thoughts. Despite the way she proclaimed she wanted to kill everything, there was still something innocent and pure about his sister.
“What if I’m not a Fatalis, Asla. What if I ended up here by accident. What if being here, I ruin everything?” he whispered, the doubts that plagued him spilling out. He had promised not to tell what his brother had done, and he would not break that, but the memory would always be there, this big great chasm that would always separate him from his siblings. He only wanted Azure to look at him with pride, instead he got contempt, and Asla got his love. He didn’t want to be jealous, not when he loved Asla too, but it was there.
“What if I’m not a Fatalis, Asla. What if I ended up here by accident. What if being here, I ruin everything?” he whispered, the doubts that plagued him spilling out. He had promised not to tell what his brother had done, and he would not break that, but the memory would always be there, this big great chasm that would always separate him from his siblings. He only wanted Azure to look at him with pride, instead he got contempt, and Asla got his love. He didn’t want to be jealous, not when he loved Asla too, but it was there.
