so long and thanks for all the chickens

Mortis could pout with the rest of them, but he didn’t have as much pride as his father and heir-rival. He could put it aside when it was the right thing to do. He could either scramble at the smooth wall of Tyrian’s stubborn nature, or he could turn it into something where the odds were almost even.

He smirked as Tyrian called him a little man. He might be young, but he could still kick ass. His father had stepped up his training since he and Azure had begun to compete for the position of Heir.

The older boy came at him, going in for a side hit, and Mortis pivated, compromising his balance for the quick movement. His wings flared out big as could be on both sides, both for balance and for intimidation. As Tyrian hit him, he would connect still with his shoulder, but a more frontal hit then the boy might have intended. Mortis would then try to hook his paw around the other side of Tyian’s leg. A move he had learned from his father, as he attempted to push out the hidden blade. He wanted to stab it into the back of Tyrian’s knee joint. Meanwhile, his elongated fangs went for Tyrians cheek.

Mortis Fatalis vs Tyrian for minor maim (minor cheek scar)
Round 1/2
Age: Under one year
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: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Hunter
Specialty: N/A