Walk the plank!
Mandatory for specific wolves
02-05-2023, 03:35 PM
Frankly, Malachai was a mess, his fight with the coyotes had not been too long ago and his body still ached and protested whenever he moved anything, he was covered in half-healing scratches and his ego had yet to recover from a single bruise it had taken since he'd arrived at the Armada. Some part of him was still laying in the snow, bleeding, wishing for anything to make him feel something again. Wishing for a familiar face to come and tell him he was fine, that they were fine. But some part of him knew that wasn't true. He was starting to suspect that he didn't even cross his mate's mind when they weren't together anymore. And that hurt to believe, Malachai wore a scar, a reminder of the way he'd agonized when Grimshaw had been gone for even a short time, the long thin line on his leg... And now it only made him angry to look at, had he been wrong to care? So yeah he wasn't exactly in a good mood as of late, he brooded everywhere he went, and, to be honest, he resented the expectation that came with being called upon. His whole world was crumbling down, why couldn't they just leave him be? Still a small idea was forming in the back of his mind, this distance he felt was because he hadn't proven himself worthy, that had to be it. So well, much as he wanted to ignore the call he'd reluctantly answer, though he glowered the whole way there, because he had to prove himself quickly before it was too late. The dappled woman from the fight training earlier was already there, looking about as happy as he was and it almost made him crack for a moment, the instinct of a smile starting to form before he tramped down on it. Well, at least they could be miserable in tandem. "Speech |
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Updated 04/30/23: Still on indefinite scarcity, please do not remind me of threads I am behind on right now.