we all need something to live for

Mortis hopped down his tree-based home and landed on the cushioned floor below. He shook out his coat and stretched his wings until he heard a satisfying pop. He trotted into the woods. He spent much of his time out here, and found he enjoyed the strange maze of leaning trees. It was almost built for a wolf like him to feel the air through his wings.

He was just eyeing a leaning trunk when he heard the sound of steps. He turned in time to see the wolf as she moved out from behind a tree. He got a glimpse of brilliant blue eyes before they widened in shock, her mouth ajar as the shock rolled over her. He stood still, giving her a chance to adjust. She wasn’t the first to be shocked, and he knew she wouldn’t be the last. “It’s okay, it happens.” he gave her a small lopsided smile so she would know it was fine. “I get it, I’m one of a kind”


"Mortis Fatalis"