drop your books when I walk in

Hanako had been a wound for Mortis for so long. It had taken a long time before it was clean enough to heal. Now that it was finally scabbing over, he felt no desire to pick at it. He’d managed to effectively keep out of her way for a large duration of his time in the Armada now.

But as the pack's gladiator, it was not feasible to ignore her. The best way forward was to treat her like a stranger. So when he found her on the beach before his fishing trip - netting his maw, held off the ground by his enormous stature, he paused. The path he had been planning to take would take her past her. No point trying to change course now, so he started up again. Wings tightly at his side, as if they could shield him from whatever perceived hurt she might throw his way. He dipped his head “Good morning” he said amicably as he continued on his way past.


"Mortis Fatalis"