and it all starts here

*Mortis* · 05-30-2020, 11:58 PM

The young boy huffed a little as he continued his strange walking pattern. No way he was going to manage to keep this up all the way to the packs kill pile. Still, he would carry it on for as long as he could. He was happy to give in to her commands, knowing she meant them in jest. This was her day, after all. If she wanted to celebrate it by having him crab walk to the kill pile, then who was he to judge?

His laughter was soft, and he shrugged a little awkwardly. “My dad was a slave before I was born, took every command given to him, now he leads an entire pack. I guess everyone has to start somewhere. I know you’ll do what's right” he said with utter confidence in her.

“He looked pretty chuffed at the ceremony too, I think he was enjoying the chance to promote people. Claimed you as his daughter in front of the whole pack, too. Guess it doesn't get much more official than that” he said, glancing back at his friend, sister? With a sly grin. He glanced to the cuffs again, pausing to tap them. “I guess the flower makes sense, since Deathbelle always wears it. The scythe fits the name ‘reaper’ and my mum has horns and a snake, just like that. Why do you think Dad picked the bear. Think it’s cause he’s huge like one?” he joked. This was his first real close up of the carvings, and he could see the intrigue details that went into them. He had no idea how his parents had accomplished it. He could see his dad’s work in the tough chisling, and his mothers in the winding detail.

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