So, I realized something as I was looking through FanFiction, searching for Fire Emblem stuff. Boyd has a lot of stories for him, as do Ranulf, Tibarn, Skrimir, and Kieran. But when I looked up a story for Mordecai, the poor guy had nothing. :'( So I decided to fix that! Here it is, my first FanFiction submission: A Mordecai Drabble! Yay! :D
He was a peaceful fellow, never one to strike first. He learned multiple languages with the hopes of avoiding conflicts and stopping wars. Fluent with the New Tongue though he was not, he at least managed to get his point across.
He had the patience of a saint so long as the term 'sub-human' was not directed at him or his comrades. He was a gentle giant, a caring beast, a soft-hearted laguz.
He loved to sit with the trees and the small forest animals and just coexist. Some laguz scoffed at his 'silly behavior,' but he was what he was.
Mordecai didn't care for killing or fighting. He would spar with Lethe or Ranulf, or even a stranger on occasion, but he preferred to sit and watch, and talk to the squirrels.
The blue tiger loved to interact with beorc, especially Ike of the Griel Mercenaries. Ike understood so much for one so young. He was helpful and kind, and loved peace as much as Mordecai. He believed in equality, and fought for a better world. That's what Mordecai fought for, too. A better world.
And the world was getting better each day. Crimeans were a regular sight in Gallia nowadays, and vice versa. Serenes Forest was restored, and Reyson lived there happily with his siblings and the other bird tribes. It made Mordecai happy that they were no longer so isolated. So much easier to visit and talk!
Mordecai didn't work with the army anymore. Now he could happily sit and listen to the small woodland creatures play, content to know his country, his world, was safe.
Sometimes Lethe and Ranulf would sit with him. Sometimes they would reminisce about their time with Ike and his mercenaries, and sometimes they would just sit. It didn't matter either way. Mordecai was just pleased that his friends would enjoy the serenity of his trees with him.
Every now and then young laguz would come to Mordecai and ask him why he always sat with the trees and played with the squirrels and mice. Mordecai would then go on to explain how everything was balanced, and how everything had to coexist to exist at all. They would have amazed and enlightened looks on their faces. Mordecai would be happy to know that he helped these young ones view things a little differently.
When he wasn't sitting with the trees, he was sparring for the love of sparring. Fighting was in a laguz's blood; there was no denying that. But at least he didn't have to kill because of it. Ranulf or Lethe, even Skrimir, would happily spar with him. He'd help them teach young warriors, too. He loved to help his country, after all, and having able-bodied citizens was the best help.
Even so, there was nothing Mordecai loved more than waking up and hearing the birds sing, and realizing that it was another peaceful day.
Because he was never one to strike first, oh no. He was a peaceful fellow.