race me! race me!

*Mortis* · (This post was last modified: 07-28-2020, 06:04 PM by Mortis.)

He trotted to a slow, and then a stop, sides heaving, head rested downwards, laughter and deep breaths bubbling out of his chest. He expected a punch on the shoulder or snark about his win, instead she admitted to being impressed, and seemed genuinely happy with it. He lifted his head and turned to look at the woman. She was grey clad with hints of colour throughout her body. She looked like one the fish he had been attempting to catch the other day, with the spotty black/orange/brown markings that swathed her body. Her silver eyes seemed delighted, and welcoming, and he could not help but grin at her. He realised then, that she must be about the same age as himself.

He trotted closer to her, wings stretching out once more. Never afraid of open affection, even with strangers - but really, could she be called a stranger, she was Armada. Family - he walked right up and booped her gently on one one shoulder with his nose, and the other with the tip of his wing.

When she plopped down, he did so across from her, letting his rump settle on the warmed sand. “I’m Mortis Fatalis. Have you been here long? I’m sorry, I normally welcome everyone new, but you must have slipped by without me seeing” he admitted with easy affection.

"Mortis"

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