Wings and Rain

Mortis · 04-08-2020, 05:18 PM

It was the day after Mort’s head-knocking, and he was still trying to get his life straightened out. He had the strange duel-sensation of two lives laid out before him. He could embrace who he had been, the coward, the frightened boy who wanted to please everyone and failed, or he could be the wolf this new path put him on. If he didn’t embrace the memories of his past, he found himself less afraid of things. More able to unfurl from his shell and experience the world. He needed to remember enough about his family to not tip them off, and keep away from his memories enough not to become that coward again.

It was a weird balance.

The newly-changed wolf would walk with his wings held high, and curiosity on his expression as he moved through the territory of the Armada and towards the border. He gave the pack a fugitive expression, and then a resigned one when he caught sight of Marshal in the air above and to the side of him. He gave the winged creature a nod, knowing he would be followed, as he slipped past the border and into the woods.

As he walked beneath the large weeping willows, he felt the start of rain as it began to pelt gently against his pelt. He raised his wings further, cupping them to create a canopy above his face to protect him as he walked.

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Wings and Rain

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