No relief

*Mortis* · (This post was last modified: 05-09-2020, 02:56 AM by Mortis.)

He didn’t really want to think about Malalia’s words. He didn’t want Azure to be someone that people were afraid would rule them. It put a lot of burden on Mortis, as though he had to win this competition, not just for himself, but for the pack's sake, too. If ever a reason was good enough to truly inspire him, it was that. Even if he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to rule. Mostly he was competing because his father told him to.

“Maybe he’ll change… if he wants to be a ruler one day as badly as he seems to, maybe he’ll realise it's about more than just beating people up.” another sigh. If he treated the rest of the world with the same love and loyalty he gave Asla and Indy, it wouldn’t be a problem. He had the capacity inside of him. Mort hoped to see it flourish someday. If he wanted anything the most for his brother, it would be that.

Latching on to something else Malalia said, his smile returned, and he leaned over and poked at the other girls forepaw. “Friends. I like that, you are my friend” he agreed. He really liked spending time with Malalia.

He crawled a little more forward on his belly, pulled by his forepaw, putting himself more into her space without even realising it, lost as he was in their conversation. “Your on then, and I warn you, it’s my turn to kick your ass next” he teased.

"Mortis"

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