The young boy walked easily across the small bridge outside the family den. He glanced over the side, watching his reflection in the water, and the memory popped out, unbidden. Of the time he had seen his reflection, seen his wings for the first time as what they were, instead of a strange deformity developing upon his back. As he looked he stretched out the appendages, watching the shadow of them in the water, the great, black shapes on each side of him. He still didn’t know quite what he thought of them. It seemed they had cost him some pain already - the past him, the him before he knocked his head around and lost some memories. He shook his head, turning his back to the reflection and the wilful thoughts, and continued on down the past, making his way into the long grass with springing leaps, wings flared to catch the wind - not that they did much, but create resistance - as he leaped from one patch to another, thinking very little, and with no plan for the day in his mind. "Speech"

banshee fatalis Long legs carried the feminine form through familiar lands with ease. Quiet pad falls filled her ears as she weaved through the high grass. Banshee had been doing her duty and living quietly as of late. Tending to the garden, patrolling, making weapons, and a few more odds and ends. Banshee had successfully put her past behind her. No longer was she burdened by the shadow of her birth father. Sirius had made her feel comfortable and at home. The babe didn't need to be swaddled any longer but his guidance was what made everything rather easy for her. Ban was aware that she would always have to interact with the other side of her family but never would she allow them to bring her down. As the femme made her way through the plains her beaming blue eyes fell upon an inky figure. Wings stretched to make quite an interesting sillouette against the horizon. Mortis. Banshee hasn't had the opportunity to spend much quality time with her younger brother. She was close with Indigo and Azure but not the other two siblings. But, she was familiar enough to trot forth with a toothy grin and a curious gaze. "What are you up to Mortis?" Shamelessly interrupting his leaping. Speech

He looked up in surprise at the voice that broke his revere. He hadn’t heard her coming. And he stared for a moment at the grey-pale wolf in confusion. She looked familiar, she looked familiar… and then the memory was supplied to him, and he let out a soft breath, and grinned at her. “Hey Banshee, you caught my wool-gathering” he lied, explaining away his pause as absentmindedness. He didn’t want anyone but Asla to know about how he had knocked his head. “Not much” he said, in response to the question she had asked him/ wings still held slightly upright, he glanced about the grassy area, and shrugged, the wings rocking up and down with motion. “Did you wanna play?” "Speech"

banshee fatalis It was evident Banshee had taken the winged pup by surprise. But, she concealed her mild amusement with a tiny shift of her weight. Something made her wonder if Morits was alright but as he offered her a tiny grin and some vocals her worries slipped away. A fleeting moment of seemingly unnecessary concern. Ban offered a nod in response before listening to his answer and following proposition. Bright blue eyes took in his mighty wings before turning their attention back onto his own visage. "That sounds fun, Morits." Banshee reeled herself back in to when she was his age. What did pups like to do these days? After a few moments of thinking she raised a brow, "What do you have in mind?" It felt like an eternity since she played with her own siblings. Usually it was tag or wrestling. "I am up for anything!" A fanged smile was offered as she looked over the boy with a curious gaze. Speech

He caught her glance to his wings, and he hung them a little closer, the gesture almost demure and self-conscious. Some people seemed delighted by his wings, others upset. He wasn’t sure what Banshee’s opinion of them was. She had never really said one way or another - at least, not that he could recall. It was easily possible the memory had slipped away.

She put the thinking up to him, and he paused, wings fluttering downwards again as he considered. “We can… play in the stream and try and catch fish, or we could go hunting boar’s, or we could wrestle?” he offered. These were all the things he was beginning to find a love for.

banshee fatalis Banshee witness the shy tucking of wings and she offered him a small raise of the brow. "No need to hide them, Mortis." She offered a toothy grin, "Embrace what the universe has bestowed upon you." Just as Banshee embraced the two elongated fangs that hung from her upper jaw. It was the girl's aim to spread some sort of positivity upon the pups. They seemed to all have their quirks and didn't want any of them feeling any ounce of the negativity she grew up with. As a youngling she learned the feeling of inferior at a young age and it really did a number on her. Perhaps that was why she acted out so much. With age and support those feelings were in the past. But, nontheless she wanted to support her younger siblings. As young Mortis rattled off options with a flare of his wings she let forth a tiny giggle. Banshee felt a flicker of that youthfulness she once relished in. The fanged babe lowered her front half to the ground playfully and wagged her tail devilishly. "Let's wrestle!" She then pivoted to gallop a few more tail lengths away to put distance between them. "A proper spar to see whatcha got in that fiery heart of yours." Banshee raised her front half only slightly with her hind legs bending so she was lower to the ground. She was aware he was young but also a son of Sirius. Banshee wouldn't be surprised if managed to beat her. Lips curled upward and ears flattened, "Your move, brother." Banshee's Cobra laid low in the distance. She wasn't going to have it attack but perhaps he could assist in some fashion. It was good to get experience fighting against a Wolf and it's companions for many fighters had a few under their control. Banshee Klein vs Mortis Fatalis for Spar Round 0/? Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Mutation 1: Extended fangs - Offensive Companion 1: Spitting Cobra - Battle Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Healer Specialty: N/A Speech

He grinned impishly at her as she pointed out the price he should have in his wings. He shrugged, not upset nor proud of them in any certain way. They just… where. At least he knew where Banshee stood with them.

He was much more interested in hearing what Banshee had to say about their activities… a wrestle sounded wicked! He jumped up and down on the balls of feet twice, before letting loose a little howl to call for his companions. He didn’t know if they would arrive, he was still training them, but it would be a good practice for all of them.

Banshee put some distance between them, and gave him the first move. He studied her thoughtfully for a few moments.

He coiled his back legs and charged with what he hoped was a vicious war cry. He aimed to tackle the other wolf. With the age difference, she was still taller than him, and he would intend for his shoulder to ram into her chest.

Mortis Fatalis vs Banshee for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: under 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Snow leopard, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Kea, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive
Mutation 2: Feline claws - Offensive
Mutation 3: Wings - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Hunter
Specialty: N/A