Ouroboros Spine Stop telling Lies about Me, and I'll Stop telling the Truth about You

@Mordecai :D


Lucius began his day becoming more and more informed with the land, memorizing every iconic fragment of the thickly tree bearing grounds. The sounds that echoed around the bi-pelted roman, the smashing of brittle, dead, yet vibrantly colorful leaves, to the even sounds of his paced breathing
Inhale, exhale.
Pause.
Repeat.
So many times had he come across the pungent odors of piss from his packmates, the frequency of markings bearing claim to the fresh and lively Spines, that the roman decided to add his among theirs.
After all, he was a new pack member.

Adding his scent to the legion, the Angelus Mortis continued on his way, patrolling the border, as he was to do as assigned, as a pack member.