#ch;mori

𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧  𝐚  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  …  goran “mori” nil  was  known  as  the  honest  &  steadfast  guard  with  a  reputation  for  being  a  emilio sakraya  doppelganger  .   but  now  ,  under  the  stress  of  the  war  on  the  horizon  ,  the  natural  born unaffiliated  gifted human (gargoyle physiology) has  become  widely  known  for  being  rather  insensitive   &  forgetful  .   let's  see  how  long  the  bai chao   native  will  last  during  this  war  .   after  all  they're  only  twenty five .   +  he/him  &  maler  , original  character.

❛ you left without a word. ❜

The gargoyle looked at the stranger with confusion. Mori was so used to just leaving out of the blue.It genuinely never occurred to him that he had to say goodbye. There was several blinks before he finally answered. Goran tilted his head. 

“Was I suppose to signify when I was leaving the table.” 

❝ The odds are against us, it won’t be easy but we’re not going to do it alone ❞

Goran was feeling oddly optimistic. Maybe it was because of the thief he caught or the celebratory meal that he couldn’t taste. He was just feeling in a spectacular mood. He looked at his acquaintance to the left of him. The gargoyles slipped the plate towards them. 

“We have many battles ahead but here’s to celebrating tonight.” 

Goran’ stomach growled at the faint scent of human food. There was a need to try it. His senses were nulled but he wanted to eat. To feel human to feel something. He ordered some fries. But as usual, he only tasted the faint taste of potatoes. He looked to the person sitting next to him. There was a sigh. He looked at the other. 

“Can you tell me how these fries taste like?” He asked almost forlorn. 

Deep breaths were taken by the Gargoyle. The moon was slowly rising, the stone uncrackling and his wings extending. This is what his life was like-every single night. But tonight was different. The figure was stalling in his distance. He refused to fly away until he knew who the figure was. The wings extended as he dove down to the ground, hoping to get a closer look. His eyes still pupilless as he stood in front of the stronger. 

“Why are you standing in front of these premises?” He asked in an authoritative tone. He wasn;t going to leave until he got his answer. 

Joon was a special person-Mori wasn;t sure how but Joon was a master in his eyes. He wondered what he has done to defend his clan. Maybe the bones were to help him in this great battle. Mori placed the bones gingerly on the table, he saw Joon studying.

 “Master Joon.” Mori said with a bow. “I have retrieved the sacred chicken bones.”