Beat like a heart thats painted in gold

*Mortis* · 07-24-2020, 01:05 AM

For all of a moment, he was flying free. The older wolf found him first, turning towards him and starting in surprise. The younger wolf, with sunrise-fur found him next, hackles raised, and teeth bared. The steps of the silver wolf began to slow, and courteously, he did as well. Looking to her in surprise (the race was hardly finished!) he wondered what was going through her mind. Her eyes seemed to be taking in his wings, his fangs, his height. She did not look terribly pleased. Her companion was hardly a ray of sunshine as well, despite the color of her coat. For the first time since spotting them, he contemplated the possibility that he would have to defend himself.

His ears fell to his crown, disappointed that she was speaking to him like he was an adult, an authority. He was just Mortis, no one yet! “Oh, no, there’s no packs here” he explained quickly, letting his wings tuck into his sides. He enjoyed the sensation of wind running through his feathers, but he didn’t want to cause this woman any further concern. She was older than him, and it already felt strange enough, the way she deferred to him. “I was just exploring, and I saw you running. I’m sorry if I intruded…?” the younger wolf remained silent, moving a step behind the elder, larger wolf.

Mort gave a cautious wag of his tail, a hesitant smile. “I’m Mortis Fatalis” he introduced himself, attempting to break the ice. He had thought to find himself the spontaneous victor of a race, not the victor of everyone’s attention.

"Mortis"

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