What remains from the past [OPEN]

*Mortis* · 12-25-2020, 10:27 PM

The Warlord's son strayed from the borders of his home more and more frequently of late. He chafed at the familiarity of home, looking for... something. Something different then the fate lined up for him. The burden of leadership destined to fall on his feathered shoulders. To lead beside a brother who whipped back and forth between displays of cruelty, and off gestures of kindness. From the place that he had made a best friend, only to lose her again without a trace. To find a girl who’s light blue eyes were brimmed with joy and kindness, and then to understand his brother's feelings for her.

Lately, his emotions had felt as though they had been dragged through the mud on the wrong end of a fishing line. He wanted to break away, to find the courage to rip free of his father. Like the younger sibling in his litter had. He knew in his heart of hearts that Sirius would never grant him that freedom. He was first born of the Armada Warlord, and he would always have plans for Mortis. Mightier than his heart desired.

He yawned into the morning sun, his paws taking him north-west from the pack borders, and into the rich-smelling lands of the orchard. He had fallen into an easy run, letting his paws swallow ground as he moved, mindlessly, aimlessly taking him on through until his alpine-parrot whistled softly in the air above him, alerting him to the fact that he was no longer alone.

A touch late, as the winged Dire came through the trees, and suddenly - she was there. He put on the breaks, wings flaring on either side of him as he sought desperately to keep himself from crashing into the sunny-eyed wolf.

"Mortis"

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