Polar Bears Are Just White Bears

Blood, hot and red arches through the air as his sister deals damage to the polar bear. Malico silently reveals in the carnage, enjoying the roar of panic as she removes an eye from the bear. Releasing his hold, the pup backs up, growling loudly to encourage the angry beast to run. Confusion and terror clouds the bear’s one good eye and, with that, turns tail to run. Short legs pump as Mal ‘escorts’ the creature to the border, stopping at the invisible boundary to pace and snarl in irritation. He wanted to draw the blood, to deal the damage and cause the fear that his bigger sister had.

Frustrated and coming down from the adrenaline high, Malico turns back to where his sister is. Only… she isn’t there anymore. Fia’s angry, crimson form is now directly in front of him and she slams one of her large paws, none to gently, down onto his shoulder. Small body flattens as his sister effectively pins him and Mal is forced to turn his turquoise gaze up to her seething black eyes. Lips pull back, revealing his teeth as the pup growls indignantly, pissed that she has him trapped.

While he does not hear her words, the boy can certainly see them. Reading lips is sort of his thing and the words that roll past her’s are laced with venom. A cruel, twisted smile appears as his eyes dance with rage, daring her to test him. Yeah, he is small and will get his ass kicked but Malico will make her pay. Maybe not today or even this year but she will pay. Sneering at her, he spits back, “At least I’m not afraid to be away from the island.” Eyes harden with contempt as he goads her on, testing the limits to her temper.


"Malico Mendacium"