Keeping the coast clear

Since his arrival in Mirovis, Morbid has taking time to allow himself to settling in. This has included decorating his room and making it comfortable with several pelts. Most of them have been from unsuspecting wolves that had the misfortune of crossing his path but there are a few other predator pelts among his hoard. Furs are stretch to cover the walls of his room, helping to dampen the chill that the metal brings in. A fire burns happily in the fireplace, warming the air and making the room more habitable.

While he does not mind the chill most of the time, it is always nice to have a warm place to retreat to for slumber. Satisfied with his work so far, Morbid makes his way out into the cold air of the day. Shaking out his coat, he mentally tallies how many furs he still needs to collect. A howl rings out from the Sparse Pines and the dark man’s head snaps in the direction of the summons. How fortuitous.

With a devilish grin on his lips, the man lopes out to where Requiem waits. Drawing close to the red man, Morbid says, “Shall we take our time?” An eyebrow lifts as a grin tugs the corner of his lips up. Of the course the man doesn’t mean take their time engaging the freeloading mother and cub. No, he wants to enjoy their time playing with the predators. Looking to Requiem, he allows the Haihefa to take the lead.


"Morbid Amarix" | "Latin"