Mori followed Odin’s command on the battlefield, grabbing Munnin before flying towards Tarben. The difference between him and Balerion, his brother, was that the reddened boy was able to carry the newest Hawthorne prisoner, who was very much alive. However, from Mori’s body of grays and auburns. However, carrying a corpse did not upset the lad, rather, he felt fulfilled. When the emerald green winged boy reached Tarben, he placed Munnin’s body amongst the rest and watched as they burned after Balerion set them ablaze. This excited the boy as the flames reflected in his violet eyes. As the last embers extinguished, Mori’s attention was brought back to the meeting, in which other males in the pack started to pick females. Mori’s violet eyes watched as females were claimed by various males, including the new wolf, Kublai, taking Lova from Ares without argument. Mori’s violet eyes scanned over the remaining wolves. Redd had just taken Atla, and all who remained were Rayne, Guinevere, Cascade, and Eyre. The one that caught his eye the most was Rayne, but not for beauty reasons. She did stand out amongst those left, yes, but for a different reason rather than her coloring. It was her broken wing. ”Rayne is mine.” He spoke, folding his dragon wings in as he sat to await for her movement to him. He would observe her broken wing…what was it that intrigued him so much as to claim her? He certainly did not feel the pull that some other people here surely did. Rather, Mori felt as if it were an obligation. He would have to choose someone, as Beartooth would eventually make him...might as well choose the most appealing one, to his standards. His very…absurd…skewed…convoluted standards. Perhaps her broken wing filled that urge for death, damage? Mori himself would never continue to deal the damage, rather, he only wanted to dispose of bodies. Maybe Rayne would die with that broken wing, after all, her death seemed most plausible amongst all the females that remained on that podium. It only made sense. It might throw others off by his decision, however, those who knew him well enough would know that he was just really...odd…and peculiar. Actions & Words.
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