Head full of sand
Asla
Mortis
Master Fighter (245)
Master Hunter (240)
Marauder
age
6 Years
6 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
103
103
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
06-03-2021, 04:48 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-03-2021, 04:50 PM by Mortis. Edited 1 time in total.)
The urge to bury his head back into the sand again was strong, but the time for that had long since passed. he had responsibilities, and he couldn't hide from them any longer. With Sirius off his rocker, Zee... gone, Azure gone, Indigo in the Hallows and Asla taking on most of the responsibilties in the pack Mortis knew it was his duty to support his sister.
Assuming, of course, that she wanted anything to do with him. Doubt still crowded his mind, but he faught hard to feel a trace of determination and lift his head up high. He made his way to the pack borders and raised his head, howling out to Asla to see where he stood with his sister. To come home and support his family, and to keep an eye on the mad creature the Warlord had become.
If he was a little antsy at the border, he hid it beneath his fanned wings. Not realising the figure he cut, clad in back with great outstretched wings on either side of his towering body. He might not act or feel it, but he was a Dire wolf, returning firstborn of the Armada, and named after an angel of death.
Assuming, of course, that she wanted anything to do with him. Doubt still crowded his mind, but he faught hard to feel a trace of determination and lift his head up high. He made his way to the pack borders and raised his head, howling out to Asla to see where he stood with his sister. To come home and support his family, and to keep an eye on the mad creature the Warlord had become.
If he was a little antsy at the border, he hid it beneath his fanned wings. Not realising the figure he cut, clad in back with great outstretched wings on either side of his towering body. He might not act or feel it, but he was a Dire wolf, returning firstborn of the Armada, and named after an angel of death.
