red sun in the morning, sailor's warning

Mortis reached out a claw, and scratched lightly at one of the etchings. Something about the way it was carved seemed strange to him… swiping a small gorge above it, he realised partly why. It looked almost as if the impression had come from inside the stone, instead of an outside force caving it there. But what could cause such a thing? He hadn’t the faintest idea.

“I think--” he started to say, when suddenly he realised he had leaned too far forward. Odette toppled from his back before he could catch her. “Odette!” He cried, grabbed the girl and pulled her from the spires, into his arms. Afraid of having any measure of room between herself and these dangers that wasn’t filled by him. He cradled her gently to his breast with one paw, as he had done that very first day they had found her. “Sweet one, are you okay?” he whispered, leaning down to kiss away her tears.


"Mortis""Hika"