Genes
8/27/2017 - Jaguar - By Havenstrife

Marrow is named after bones because Sukio loved bones so much he named his first son this. Marrow is the opposite of his father and is a rebel and causes chaos and trouble and likes to get into fights and so forth. Also being the first son he is the prince of bones! He dislikes his title and tries not to deal with the clan that much.

He is also blind (he can't see at all but he uses his other abilities to fight and survive) as he albino and so is his familiar is Speedy. They both act alike in many ways. You never know what Marrow is up to just that it is never good.

Also the known as the prince of bones.

Can see if the bone tatters on it give magical plague aura

Story by Cngx
Marrow stumbled across the fleshy landscape. His thoughts were muddled in on going anger. Sukio, his father, never truely cared for him. Marrow knew that for awhile now. However, today was much worse than others. His father outright admited in front of his lairmates that he loved his bone priest more than him. Everyone would not stop laughing, spittle soaring out of their mouths from laughing too hard. Anger boiled inside Marrow, he could feel the rage flowing through his veins. Kicking up some rocks he climbed small hills until he reached his "hide away." To his knowledge no one knew it was located here. The ground was littered with jagged stones; sand covering the floor's surface. Bones hanged on long deceased branches of rotting trees. A few bigger cliffs and mountains hide it from sight, although it was high enough off the ground that if you fall it would be fatal. Slunking, he entered the clearing, shaking sand off and ducking to avoid the dangling bones. He went to the edge of the drop which looked over the vast territory of Plague. Marrow sat on the edge; the breeze ruffling his wings, inviting him to fly. Deep into thought he savagely tore at his father's image, plotting plans to ruin Sukio's reputation. Until he came upon a startling thought of how useless he was in his father's eyes. No. Marrow grinned in frustartion and menace. Letting out a few coughs he stood, unfolding his wings for flight. I'd rather die than let the old bag of bones treat me this way anymore. With a open mouth grin, chuckling, Marrow felt something snapping inside him. The compassion, the drive for acceptance depleted from his mind leaving him hollow. Promising himself that he will do anything in his power to make Sukio's life miserable until his last breath. Leaping off the edge grinning crazily, he plunged down until he flexed his wings to their full strength sending him flying into the night.

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