The boy next door

"Speech"

Malachai had not crossed the border to visit the Armada since he'd been a pup, when he'd met Ophelia. He wasn't really looking for her today though, no now he was just bored and looking for a change of scenery. He'd managed to give Panic the slip, she'd practically been glued to him since their mother had left but he wanted some time away from her. So now that he'd lost his sister he would stride confidently across the border that "separated" Ashen from it's Armada, the young man strode with a confidence that was bordering on arrogance. Mis-matched gaze swinging over the grasses, though the flora here grew tall he was now big enough to comfortably gaze over it, the blades tickling his chest as he moved.