Polar Bears Are Just White Bears

While Malico is not stupid, he is extremely bored. Being stashed away on the island grows old quickly for the young pup and the boy often tries to find ways to get his pent-up energy out. Now, attacking a polar bear is, probably, a horrible life choice but, right now, the purple boy doesn’t care. He enjoys the way the adrenaline floods his system as the creature turns toward him and swings its large, clawed paw his way. At least he is short and the boy easily ducks underneath the incoming attack before springing backward and growling.

Excitement plays along his nerves, making his whole body feel as if it is a live wire. Details sharpen as hormone hits his blood stream, making everything bright and vivid. Small muscles tremble with the heady high of power that comes with the fight and he laughs loudly at that confused bear’s look. Suddenly, a crimson dart sails over his head, aiming right for his polar bear and attacks its face. A scowl tugs his features down and his eyes darken as he thinks that his big sister is trying to steal his thunder.

Snarling as threatening as a young, small, defenseless pup can, Mal lunges forward, not wanting to be out down by his fire-kissed sister. Teeth latch onto a front paw and he thrashes, slapping the leg with his paws while attempting to make his obsidian claws reappear and deal damage. Fia may think he is stupid but the truth is far worse than that. Malico is an adrenaline junky.


"Malico Mendacium"