maybe we exist to bleed

Winter is making itself known in the lands that Elysium owns; from the frigid winds to the encroaching snow, there is little doubt which season is ruling now. On icy days like today, Malico wishes he could be back in the family den, curled up tightly with his sister and drifting lazily off into dreamland. Instead, his small paws are crossing the familiar path that leads across the land bridge while the boy tries to keep pace with his giant uncle’s strides. As they go the pup finds his thoughts turning back to his crimson counterpart, hoping that she warm and possible even enjoying a healing lesson with one of the knowledgeable healers in the pack.

As an icy wind slices through him, the boy adds the silent hope that she will keep a spot warm for him until he returns. Bright, turquoise eyes scan the area around them, searching for tracks while his nose works to pull in scents. Thankfully, his uncle Deimos had agreed to take him hunting and the boy is eager to learn everything he can from his similar-colored uncle. From time to time, he glances up toward Deimos, making sure that he isn’t missing any attempts at conversation since his hearing is so poor. Thankfully, his uncle doesn’t seem to be in a talkative mood and Malico is grateful for the silence since it allows his mind to wander.

As the pair’s paws hit the grass of the rock-strewn land, Deimos changes course to pull them in the direction of the large stone pillars. Excited at the prospect of not only hunting but hunting outside of the pack lands, the purple boy’s paws pick up speed. Suddenly, the wind shifts, bringing to their nostrils the stench of coyotes… along with the scent of a pack wolf. As the smell reaches them, a call that even Malico can hear splits the air and the boy darts a glance at his uncle to make sure they are of the same mind. Swiftly, the duo takes off and Deimos’s longer stride easily pulls him ahead of the fat, stubby legged pup.

Short legs churn as Mal races as fast as his little body can go, leaping over small rocks and ducking around larger ones as he goes. Last one to arrive, the pup sees that Demios has gone for the attacking creatures in front of the pack wolf so he angles toward the coyotes at the back of the large male.  Small body darts around the tall wolves, suddenly appearing in front of the two coyotes and leaping up at the closest one. As he sails through the air, obsidian claws appear from the pup’s padded paws, aiming and hitting the muzzle of the first attacking creature.

It yelps, backing away in surprise as the boy grins wickedly at it. Its friend begins to move toward the pup, spying an easy snack in the plump boy. Malico will not allow himself to be such easy prey and he snarls at the attackers, swiping clawed paws toward the stupid beasts if they dare to get near him. The sound of fighting and death sings out from behind the boy and the grin he wears twists even further. Paws slowly push him back toward the two larger wolves knowing that all he has to do is hold off these two stupid coyotes until the other three are dead.

One of the two he is holding off lunges toward him and Mal snarls, slapping claws toward its face and he grins at the high-pitched scream of pain. As the beast pulls away, Malico drags his claws down and is happy to see that the coyote is now missing an eye. Viscous fluid mingles with blood as it forms a river down the creature’s cheek and it growls madly at the pup. Redoubling its efforts, the crazed, hurt coyote seeks to injure the pup that took its eye. Giving a call of warning, Mal backs up further, hoping the adults were done having their fun and can help him now.



WC: 678
Total WC: 1092 / 1500


"Malico Mendacium"