Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

*Mortis* · 06-19-2020, 08:29 PM

With serious expressions, the two parted ways. They were both busy creatures in the Armada, and the wheels of the pack were always in motion. He got to his jobs with a steady frown to his face. Flipping through the encounter in his mind every time he had thought left to spare for it. Making his way through his patrol, and remembering the vivid outline of the ghost. Punching air in battle routines, and remembering the subtle movement of the grass, the whisper of a voice.

Night began to fill in, shadows grew, and the wind blew colder. He jogged the length of the beach, inviting warmth back into his body as he waited for darkness to fully descend. When it did, he knew it was time. He raced back to the campfire, seeing it already lit, with lingering scents of Io by the flame. His Aunt often ensured a steady blaze was going.

He walked around the flame a few beats after she said his name, and offered her a welcoming smile. “Hey Mal, get through everything?” he asked, knowing she had a few jobs to get through during the day, as he had. As he often did, he passed her scent here and there, and saw a few glimpses of her as he completed his patrols. The territory was big, but both busy bodies moved through it with frequency.

"Mortis"

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