04-02-2023, 09:38 PM
MORANA VALKIRIX
Morana, honestly, felt dead in a way. Ever since his beloved Tasha died, he himself seemingly died. Rotted away like some disgusting carcass. It had been a couple of years since her death, and at least a year since his exile from the kingdom he was born in. He had no memoir for Tasha, just the memories within his dark mind. Her words kept him from doing unspeakable things to himself.
The small cat had spotted the dark wolf sitting all by his lonesome, and despite his better judgement, he started for Acula. Leaving a conversation that wasn't interesting, and ignoring the frustrated words of whoever he was listening to, Morana looked over the wolf before deciding to stand next to him and speak. "No conversations taking your fancy, sir wolf?"
The small cat had spotted the dark wolf sitting all by his lonesome, and despite his better judgement, he started for Acula. Leaving a conversation that wasn't interesting, and ignoring the frustrated words of whoever he was listening to, Morana looked over the wolf before deciding to stand next to him and speak. "No conversations taking your fancy, sir wolf?"