Sharp and pointy

Malico watches his mother intently, noticing the way she flexes her paw to make the hidden weapons appear. Then, it was turn and, with some effort and concentration, the pup makes his own obsidian daggers appear. A grin curls his lips and, as he shows them to his mother, her words of praise are met with a few wags. Tail thumps the ground and, as his mother lowers her paw, he mirrors her action, allowing the claws to return home as he listens to what she says. Nodding in understanding, the boy wiggles his toes against the ground as he tries to get used to the feeling of them.

Turquoise eyes meet and Mal asks, “Will it take long to get use to them? They can feel… weird.” Grimacing as he admits that the feeling can be a little unsettling to him, he gives a small shake of head to banish the sudden thought of never getting use to them. Her query of playing a game has the pup’s eyebrows shooting upward and he nods excitedly, eager to hear the rules. Simple enough and very straight forward, just the kind of game he likes. Paws shuffle slightly on the ground as his tail thumps behind him, eyes focusing intently on his mother’s lips so he doesn’t miss the countdown.

As she counts, Malico’s body slowly stiffens, readying to lift his paw and flex so that his claws will spring into being. As the word claws forms on her lips, the boy swiftly lifts his right front leg, rotating it around so his paw faces upward while attempting to flex the muscles that attach to his claws. Eyes blink as he looks to his mom, wondering who has won this battle of the claws.


"Malico Mendacium"