Mine, not yours.

Mortis · 08-04-2020, 03:42 PM

At the panic in his brother's tone, Mortis shot from the woods in a stumbling run. He had been resting in the shade, knowing he had a patrol lined up later in the day. Half asleep, and bleary, he reacted on instinct to his brother's voice. His wings slightly flared, and his teeth already bared. He shot past Azure, and skidded to a stop. “Let me at ‘em, let me at ‘em!” but there was no one chasing his brother.

He paused, and turned back to Azure, still waking up. His fur a little messy from sleep, and his eyes blinking in confusion. His brother never called his name in a panic. Never.

"Mortis""Azure"

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