we all need something to live for

Mortis grinned at the mention of Basilisk. He’d had to wrangle the pup a time or two himself. “He’s a good kid, even if his dad tries to put the world on his shoulders” he shook his head, but moved on before he could get caught up in a debate over his brother. He and Azure very rarely saw eye to eye. “Good guess” He said with a nod, knowing the similarities in their coat would make it hard for him to deny his heritage. Even if sometimes he wished he could.

“A sheep pen is a good idea. I know dad’s got some ideas for building a chicken coop and all sorts” he said with an amused shake of his head. “Sounds like you’ve been kept pretty busy yourself since you joined. If you ever need a hand with anything, give me a yell” He offered.


"Mortis Fatalis"