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, 09:51 PM
His head jerked back in surprise and he stood, whirling on his brother. Blackened lips parted in an argument, then shut with a click. It was all he ever wanted in life, and to be the sole heir to the Armada would give him all the power he desired without any of the struggle or angst. His response was instantaneous and firm. "No, what's wrong with you? That's not what I want." The boy frowned, though the crinkle in his brow was one of concern rather then actual offense. "Mort, even if I wanted to take you up on it I couldn't. The pack wouldn't follow me, not unless I earned it. They love you. If I became the sole heir Malalia would be the first to leave and others would follow as soon as mother and father stepped down." He knew it in his heart to be true and it hurt to say aloud, though his brother needed to hear it. Did Mortis not know how others had spoken to him? How he'd been called a little shit, never to be a good leader? If he one day wanted to lead the Armada, he knew he'd need to prove to everyone that he deserved it and deserved it more than Mortis. If Mort just gave up and he won by default, Az knew he'd never have the respect he craved. "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.