himbos will be himbos

Malachai sure felt like he had a lot of cousins now, but they were all weird, if he was being honest he much preferred the other kids in the Armada, they at least didn't try to convert him to some dumb god when he just wanted to play. His own siblings had mostly gone off whoever knew where, Panic was the only one left and just wasn't as fun to rough house with her anymore, he had quickly become bigger than her but he was already even with his mother and he was clearly going to be built as an adult, so it wasn't really hard for him to over power her if he managed to catch her... and he honestly wasn't in the mood to try and chase his sister as she twisted and turned, to get out of his grasp.

All of which was to say, he was bored! The summon for a fight caught his attention and the boy quickly strapped his claw covers on, hopeful that he might actually get a chance to seriously try out a fight when he saw who it was that had called and- Malachai's face fell, his mismatched eyes narrowing. The boy that stood before him was one of his new cousins, hardly even out of the den if he wasn't mistaken. Still, he was already more than over so many of his younger cousins acting all high and mighty, and this was one of the Empress' boys... Maybe he could take him down a peg. Not that Malachai had any reason to believe that this particular boy was acting all too cocky but maybe just in general.

"You called?" He asked, flashing the other boy a grin, already feeling his enthusiasm return.

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