Don't Mind Your Acquaintance

*Mortis* · (This post was last modified: 08-18-2020, 01:21 AM by Mortis.)

Mortis Fatalis

He surfaced again, treading water and grinning, face soaked and dripping as he raised it to the afternoon sun. He let out a soft, happy sigh. Simply enjoying the freedom of the world beyond the pack. He would have time to mostly dry off before night set in, and the run home would warm him.

He startled at the sound of a voice by the bank, and turned, paws still treading lightly beneath him. He looked to the wolf, and grinned at her, before angling himself to head to shore. When he reached shallow water, he began to walk, until he was free of the cool embrace of the lake. He violently shook out his coat and wings, puffing a little from the motion. Making his already intense height seem even greater, as he towered over the small (to him) stranger.

“Hi! I’m Mortis. Uhh… They are mostly a design flaw. They look pretty, but they can’t fly” he explained. He’d been asked this a few times. His mother had made him swear not to try again, after he had almost died from the first attempt. Now, he just used them to leap from trees and scare the skin off of his pack mates.

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