Mine, not yours.
Mortis
Azure
Master Fighter (935)
Master Hunter (555)
Saboteur
Bloodletter
age
6 Years
6 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
1991
1991
player
RelevantKoala
RelevantKoala
08-08-2020, 09:07 PM
Azure shot a halfhearted glare up at his brother before shuffling on his butt to face away from him once more. Under his breath his muttered reply came, sad, combative, and a little whiny. "No." A crush? No way. Not him. What a stupid idea. "She's just my friend. The only person in this pack who even likes me and I want her to like me forever." He thought perhaps Magnus had been warming up to him, but the man had seemed absent lately. Had his gift of the baby bear offended the injured man? Azure never knew what was appropriate and what wasn't. "I don't care if you're friends with her but just, when someone has to pick between me or you they always pick you." He sighed, slumping his shoulders further and tucking his head to glance back at his brother briefly.
"Speech"
"Thinking" "You." |
Both of Azure's ears have notches and tears.
Az has a scar across his right eye, a mirror image of his natural born marking.
Azure has saber fangs, bone spurs on his elbows and knees, and the paws/forelimbs of a bear.
Not all of these features are always reflected in his art.
Not all of these features are always reflected in his art.
Azure's companions are a very big bat and a young clouded leopard, unless otherwise stated assume they're not with him.