Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

*Mortis* · (This post was last modified: 07-09-2020, 03:54 PM by Seadragoness.)

Mortis was more than prepared to be the assistant to her gathering, and was already considering comforts and ideas that would add to the fun of night. He wondered if sometimes she was homesick for her old pack. He had a feeling there was a great deal more communal singing and storytelling where she had come from.

He took a soft breath, looking into the dancing shape of the flames, letting the heat of his warm his face, and light ambers across the blues of his eyes. After that, he closed them, and angled his head subtly upwards.

“Get up, get out, get away from these liars
'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time
Every minute from this minute now
We can do what we like anywhere
I want so much to open your eyes
'Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Tell me that you'll open your eyes”

His voice started out quiet, and unsure, but grew in confidence as the song continued. He kept his eyes firmly closed. He found it unnerved him less to sing in front of another that way. The pop and crackle of the fire was the harmony to his song.

"Mortis"

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