Pointy Sticks

There was something exhilarating about gaining ground against the smaller girl, his own puppy growl rising to meet her own. He started to shake his head, his tail beating against the air. Now this was play he could get into! Soon enough his fun would come to an end though as a fox bound towards the girl, telling her to let him have the stick and... with a flounce the girl let go, the end dropped to the ground and almost instantly his tail stopped, hanging in the air for a moment before it dropped. He dropped his end of the stick and looked down at it dejectedly, his brow furrowing. The girl introduced herself and the boy lifted his mismatched gaze... oh so she was related to Mr. mud fur himself! Great... Were all these dumb Fatalises this snooty?

"I'm Malachai Klein." He said, narrowing his eyes at her, wasn't the Armada supposed to serve the empire? He was almost certain he'd heard that from his mother at some point. Wouldn't that make him more important than her since the empire belonged to his family? He was in some contexts a prince... even if his mother wasn't a queen. "What're you doin'?" He asked, stepping forward to peer at the sticks at her paws, there wasn't really any sign of curiosity in his voice, the truth was he wasn't really thinking about what she was doing... so much as wanting to know what it was that was oh so important as to abandon the game he felt they had been playing.

"Panic" | "Malachai" | "Belladona" | "Lurch"