Seven Hells

Mortis · 06-27-2020, 10:49 PM

She would not be the only wolf with envy to his wings. Azure had shown it, in the strange contraption he had created from the corpse of a large bird. His wings looked a stiff mockery of the real thing, and seeing them had only ever made Mortis’s heart ache. If he thought it was possible, or would have mended the rift between them, he would have given his wings to his brother without another thought.

Eyes to the strange creature before him, the pup shuffled on his paws and frowned, uncertain. “Gift?” he repeated “I was born with them. They were just little bones at first, I’m told, they developed features later, and grew as I grew. They are a part of me, like my paws, my fangs, my fur.” he said, not exactly certain what this wolf wanted from him. Her intense curiosity of his wings made him a little anxious. “Are you… okay?”

"Mortis"

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