Mori had been observing the cliffside since the pack had started to develop and grow since the war, whilst having some mild residual symptoms from the plague – mainly the fatigue. He felt more at home here, being around other dracarae like himself. It was nice to get away from the icy lands of Tarben as well. Being the Beta had its perks, but Mori just had his fascination with death. It was more enthralling when there was a connection, such as when his childrens’ mother, Rayne, passed away after their birth. He felt part of him still attached to her essence, despite not having much of an attraction to her. Mori had felt obligated to pick a mate under Beartooth’s reign – here, he could choose on his own accord. His violet eyes caught onto a black and white figure wash up on the icy shores at the base of the cliffside, and kept his eyes locked on the body. It was far enough away he could not figure out much more about this being, but he looked for whatever small movements, frankly not expecting a living essence in the body. His emerald wings remained folded against his gray back, auburn colors rippling through his pelt. When the white and black body moved however, his body tightened and his wings flared out a bit, mentally cursing. Part of him wished that being was dead. He sighed softly, looking at the being as it looked to be surprised by the translucent wings on their back and observing her surroundings. Mori knew that the wolf wouldn’t do well seeing him, a being with emerald, green dragon wings and horns, but how might they react to seeing some of the elemental, ethereal, or voodoo bloodlines here in Drekistone? He watched as the black and white wolf began to walk to the woodsier part of their pack border, which is when he pulled away from the cliffside and took off in tired flight in the same direction. Mori’s ears perked at a howl, having already made himself comfortable on a large pine tree branch near the call’s origin. It sounded more feminine, and the salty smell in the air was intertwined with female pheromones not belonging to anyone within the lands. Frankly, Mori was surprised that the lass made it this far, let alone, survived. He glided off his perch, landing in front of the black and white insect lass, stretching his wings before folding them in and speaking, acting oblivious to what he observed earlier. ”This is Drekistone, known as land of dragons. I am Mori, the Beta of our King and Queen, Balerion and Lahmer. State your business.” He kept a stoic look on his face as his violet eyes danced over her form. Needless to say, he was intrigued. She had happened to avoid the icy death that the ocean should have served to her, and that piqued the gray and auburn pelted male’s curiosity. His head straightened, the emerald horns on his head becoming more apparent to the golden eyed, black and white lass, if they had been missed earlier. Actions & Words.
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