playing in the (early) snow
Mortis
Lieutenant
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
age
6 Years
6 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
98
98
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
12-30-2020, 03:30 PM
He was almost a phantom against the blinding white of the snow. A ghost the prairie had sent to him in his time of need… but no, that was foolish. He was flesh and blood, and evidence by his shivering, and his paws hitting against earth as he helped Mortis dig. Grateful for the sudden intervention, apparatus or otherwise, Mortis worked alongside him. Digging, until he unveiled a sodden green bundle of sadness. The cold bird peeped at him, breathing heavily in the fresh air, feathers bristling and body shaking. "Cold, she's too cold!" Mortis said, grabbing the bird and turning to his unknown helper. Without a word of warning he collided with the white wolf, pushing Saph into the space between them. So she was nestled between the two boy's chests. His wings, he spread forward, covering stranger and Saph both. Creating a blanket away from the snow where their body heat could collect. The Fatalis was cold and shivering too, but Saph came first. Safe, and this stranger who had jumped in without a second thought to help him. Mortis crouched down on the ground, curling his back end around them. "Stick your paws in my belly fur before they get frostbite." He wasn’t a healer, but he had been around healers all his life. Even he knew that much. |
