and it all starts here
mort!
06-27-2020, 11:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-28-2020, 01:32 AM by Malalia.)
With an eyeroll, she rolled to her paws and climbed on after him, hopping over the easier branches until they came to the rogue part of the tree. She chuckled quietly, ears planing back as she looked around. Not that they were doing anything wrong, really, but the picture of a smaller Mortis sneaking up here, daring to go "off territory," had her feeling a little rebellious, too. A very cautious rebel, who checked over every pawstep before she advanced further into the tree. She could hear the flutter of wings as birds flit by high above their heads, the buzz of insects, the stray scent of a squirrel. The flattened area was... a teeny bit smaller than she expected, to be sure. But it must have felt bigger when the winged boy was younger still. An ear twisted towards Mortis, and she grinned back at his question. Pushing off her feet, she acted out a very thorough inspection of the place: sniffing lightly at the cloak, the old playthings that were left behind. "Well, it is pretty rebellious," she concluded, taking a careful seat. "It'll do." Mal pawed at the flying figurine, idly wondering if it was a relic or something that one of the wolves had crafted. She held it up to him. "Hey look, it's a mini you!" |