Unforgiving

The night holds such mystery and wonder for the young Mendacium boy. Truthfully, Malico has never really traveled far from Elysium lands but, tonight, the boy had decided to see what all the night holds. With the silver goddess high on her perch, the boy’s purple form slips beneath trees and around rocks, skirting the invisible borders of the pack that inhabits the Col until he finds himself on a strange, cold beach. Toes splay as he grips the sand, enjoying the way it feels between his toes and he even flexes his obsidian claws in a distinctly feline gesture as he kneads the ground for a few minutes.

However, the scent of a pack wolf soon hits his nostrils and the boy shrinks back toward the shadows that the cliff walls off. While he doesn’t remember crossing any borders, Mal doesn’t want to take the chance of being caught this far away from Elysium lands. Not that he isn’t allowed off pack lands it’s just that… he hasn’t really taken the time to go out and explore. A tall, teal-streaked girl disappears into the mouth of a cave and Malico stays pressed against the dark face of the cliff while using the direction of the wind to his advantage as he strains his crystal clogged ears to hear.

Malico hears the girl kick something before she reappears outside, anger and frustration written in every taut muscle of her form. Curious, the boy watches as she looks to a cat before suggesting that they bugger off too. A smile wiggles the corners of his lips and he detaches from the shadows, slowly sauntering up to the taller girl as he carefully drawling out, “My, my. Seems like someone is in a foul mood. I mean, that wall did nothing to you and yet you kicked it.” The boy offers a teasing tsks at the girl and a gentle shake of his skull as he comes to a stop near her.

Blue eyes meet the strangers crystallized gaze and he cocks his head to the side as he asks, “Care to share what is going on?” His posture is open and relaxed as a lopsided grin tugs at his lips. While his first words had been teasing, his last question is asked with genuine curiosity and all hits of mocking have fallen away. Should the girl wish to share, Malico is ready and willing to listen.


"Malico Mendacium"