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Mortis

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The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1Critical Hit!Valentines 2020
09-05-2020, 06:34 PM (This post was last modified: 09-05-2020, 06:35 PM by Mortis.)


He gently, but fiercely, held the small girl close. Noticing teardrops on the pale pink of her nose. Of the tangles in her long hair after her swim. If there was any trace of wolf on her, it had faded with the swim. She still smelled like pack and her family members, but he couldn’t decide if any single scent was more recent then the others.

He gently pulled aside the fur near her wound, looking at the small holes in her skin. “These look like teeth marks” he said quietly. He wasn’t certain, but he projected it into his voice. Hoping that, if there was more beyond the story, she would come clean behind his stern mask. Unable to be wholly strict, he did lean more gently into her, cleaning around the wound with his tongue. His wing still wrapping her like a blanket against his side. Holding the small girl close. One of his paws began to work through one of the closest knots. Using his feline claws to carefully brush through what he could. Being as gentle as he could, he did not want to hurt the small girl. “You can tell me anything Siren, I hope you know that”

"Mortis""Siren"