Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts
Mortis
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
age
6 Years
6 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
103
103
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
06-10-2020, 09:48 PM
The winged boy shook his head, pulling a face as he did so. “No, not right now. Dark works just fine” he said, glancing upwards at the morning sky. It was still early yet, with most of the day set out before them. “I’ve got to get through some jobs first, bring back some hunting prey, ect” he explained. Not to mention he was set to walk the patrols nearer midday. On top of all that, he wanted to get in some fighting practice. He still had so much left to learn, and Mal was still two up on kicking his ass. Even without the jobs that filled his day, Mortis just didn’t think it would create the right atmosphere, or opportunity, if they tried it during the day. The atmosphere of the witching hour added so much more to the moment. And throughout it all, not once did the young would consider that they might be meddling with forces better left alone. |
