Toil and Trouble
Shelby
Mortis
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
age
6 Years
6 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
103
103
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
05-07-2020, 10:58 PM
Puppa was always the one telling them where they needed to be, what they needed to do, and how to do it. Mumma was the one you went to when you wanted to curl up into her soft arms, get a kiss on the cheek, and told that you were lovely. It was a pretty big difference between the two, really. Of course, his mother had shown a steel side to him too. When she was determined, and angry, Mortis knew to back down and shut up. He hoped into line, wings all the way up, like a butterfly, as the tops of them touched. He pranced easily behind her, excited, and curious. “Mumma doesn't leave the territory much, either. Puppa gets upset if she’s not got someone with her. Like me and my siblings. He wants us to be careful.” He explained, thoughts still running on their conversation of Zee giving her a place here. The Warlord had drilled that into them enough times. He was very free with his words, and he began to walk as though on a tightrope, placing one paw down, then another behind it, and prancing along like that as he spoke. He occasionally lost his balance, and sometimes flaring his wings was enough to catch himself, and other times he stumbled about in a mess. He didn’t give up, however. He didn’t tell her, but he knew Bast was out there, keeping an eye on them. He would get his father if they hit anything they couldn’t handle. He was well accustomed to his dad's little stalkers. He absently placed another paw forward on his imaginary stringline, tongue slipping through the edges of his muzzle as he concentrated. He slipped when she spoke, and bounced back into a more normal form, eyeing her curiously. He hadn’t heard any noise, but then, he hadn’t been listening for it. “What a bum.” he hissed softly, finding seeing the coyote Tamsyn had been pointing out to him. He puffed himself up, and looked to the adult to take his cues. |
