Stand guard at the gates of hell

Morbid is settling into pack life and slowly getting to know the members of his sister’s pack. The man is out on the back deck of the ship, basking in the warmth that the spring sun offers. It is still chilly and the dark wolf absolutely loves this frigid place but a little sun never hurt anyone. He lays on his side, stretched out as far as he can with his eyes closed. Horrific daydreams swirl pleasantly in his mind and he joyful reveals in them while he drifts between awake and dreaming.

A call booms through the land, summoning all those who wish to fight. Languidly, the man allows his eyes to open. Stretching, Morbid yawns and sits up, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs that had settled in his mind during the nap. Pushing himself up, he happily trots to where the red man waits. As he draws closer, he drawls out, “Requiem”. It is greeting, simple and lazy but still, a greeting.

This assassin has always been loyal to the Amarix bloodline and he has helped Lurid the most. Well, the most outside of her family. Morbid swiftly moves to settle in front of Requiem offering a devilish smile as he asks, "Qui occidimus hodie?" A brow lifts, as a deep, dark chuckle rolls from his lips. At least all the wolves in Mirovis share the same delights.


"Morbid Amarix" | "Latin"