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they can't see you if you don't move - Maurtia - 04-16-2021 MAURTIA open to anyone! RE: they can't see you if you don't move - Malik - 07-24-2021 The black griffin standing beside him is the same age as Malik - about six months - and had hatched from an egg just as Malik had been born in the cave in Hyaline’s mountains last winter. Or so his father has told him, and so the pair of them believe without doubt. As the sun appears from behind the thick clouds, the shadows from the horns that sprout from the colt’s forehead fall across the glistening black feathers of his voiceless and still-nameless companion. Those antlers have recently begun to split into distinct forks, and Malik is quite proud. Their glow - and that of his black markings - are impossible to see in the bright sunlight, so he looks rather unremarkable save his horns. Just a black colt with a small white snip and curious blue-and-orange eyes. He is not to leave the borders of the playground, his father had told him, and Malik has been dozing for the past half-hour because he’d very quickly run out of things to do when there was no one else around. The griffin had scratched at the ground and croaked something guttural that Malik has learned means: someone is coming. So he scrambles to his feet, the soft feathers of his crest fluffing excitedly. Who could it be, he wonders? At first he misses her, so still, but on a second sweep of the open space he spots something that he’s never seen. It’s a foal who glitters like the inside of a mussel’s shell, but in a shade of red he has never seen anywhere but in drying blood. Its an interesting color, and he trots forward on sturdy legs to greet the stranger. “Hi!” @Maurtia RE: they can't see you if you don't move - Maurtia - 08-01-2021 MAURTIA @Malik RE: they can't see you if you don't move - Malik - 08-03-2021 Malik almost smiles when she trips, but he can feel the way that the griffon beside him is frowning at the unkind thoughts that pass through his mind, and reconsiders. He hadn’t liked being mocked for falling in the snow, the boy remembers; he doubts this colorful stranger would like it either. Besides, he falls frequently himself, so he ignores the stumble, and also the way that she steps on her own very long tail. The griffon is suspiciously silent about that one, and Malik almost turns around to see the expression on the creature’s face. But the girl introduces herself instead, and Malik excitedly replies: “I’m Malik. Our names kinda match!” This seems a marvelous coincidence, and he is about to remark farther on it when he realizes that he has lost Maurtia’s attention in favor of his companion. “Oh that’s Birdbrain.” Malik replies, and the black griffon gives an indignant hiss that suggests his name is no such thing. “He’s a griffon,” the colt continues almost as though there has been no interruption, but he does give the winged creature a hard glare as he finishes: “And until he decides to tell me what his name is, I’m just gonna call him Birdbrain.” @Maurtia RE: they can't see you if you don't move - Maurtia - 08-08-2021 MAURTIA @Malik RE: they can't see you if you don't move - Malik - 08-15-2021 She repeats the name, and the griffin’s pointed ears flatten. Malik is ignoring Birdbrain’s behavior, being instead entirely focused on the opalescent red filly. He watches her look down at her feet, and then back toward where she’d been standing. Is she looking for something? Yes, she tells him, and Malik - noticing the way she looks back and forth from blue eye to orange - very slowly changes their colors, first the green altering to blue and the orange fading to pink, before the pair of them settle on a dark shade of peach, with slitted pupils like those of a cat. She tells him of Deathbringer, her shadowwolf, and Malik’s peach-colored eyes go very wide. He’s never heard of a wolf made of shadows. Malik doesn’t notice when he loses her attention this time, because he’s also looking for the missing DeeBee. Should they try calling its name, he wonders? Or is that something best left to Maurtia, since she knows it best? He looks back at her, only to see she’s still looking around the Playground. “Do you want help finding it?” Malik asks. “I could look from up in the sky?” To demonstrate, he shakes out a pair of long black wings that he hadn’t possessed a moment before. Their long feathers are as iridescent as those that adorn his neck and chest. @Maurtia RE: they can't see you if you don't move - Maurtia - 08-28-2021 MAURTIA @Malik RE: they can't see you if you don't move - Malik - 09-10-2021 She thinks his wings are cool (or maybe just that the appearance of them is), and the feathers around his neck and chest fluff out a bit in pride. He’s still mostly focused on his offer to help though, and he flexes the long feathered limbs as she tells him that she could use his help. Birdbrain - refusing to acknowledge the nickname - watches without a word as Malik takes to the sky. He makes no effort to guide the boy back to where he’d seen the wolf slink off into the woods, and instead returns to preening his fiery feathers. The air feels cool and crisp beneath his feathers, and once in the air Malik shifts his eyes as well, and the peach iris now surrounds the sharp iris of a falcon. These eyes are made to search the trees and brush, yet as he swoops low over the meadows of the Playground he finds no sign of a wolf made of shadows. “Having any luck?” He calls down to Maurtia, hoping that the maneless girl has had more luck finding her wayward companion than he has. And then, “Oh! Is that...?!” And then he strikes, entirely a falcon, at what had - a moment ago - looked just like the tail of a shadow wolf. But it had only been the shadow of a half-broken limb, swaying in the breezes. His talons close on nothing and he lands, breathless but not seriously injured, on the forest floor near the red filly. “That wasn’t DeeBee.” He adds unnecessarily, which does nothing to help with the embaressment as he rises and shifts back into a leaf-rattled black colt. In the distance, the griffon shakes its head in exasperation. RE: they can't see you if you don't move - Maurtia - 09-11-2021 MAURTIA @Malik RE: they can't see you if you don't move - Malik - 09-19-2021 Maurtia doesn’t laugh at his terrible landing, and Malik rises quickly, shaking the leaf litter from his wings-turned-legs. He continuous to stare around, bi-colored eyes narrowed, and is startled by the sound of crashing and breaking twigs. He spins around as a young cheetah, ready to chase. She’s already got him though, Malik sees. DeeBee, the shadow wolf. The creature is not like anything he has ever seen before. Malik attempts to take his shape, but manages only a black wolf. His magic is limited in this, the intangible smoke that makes up Maurtia’s companion is something that is beyond his capabilities. Is this what the Fairies had wanted him to learn, he wonders? How frustrating it is to be without Power? That’s certainly the lesson that his father has instilled in him. Malik shakes his head, banishing the scowling faces of his navy sire. He’s met a shadow wolf, he thinks, that is plenty to be excited about. “Nice to meet you.” He says with a nod, and then looks back at Maurtia. “Where are you from?” Malik asks curiously, “Are there other shadow wolves there?” Perhaps he can catch one for himself, and bring it back to Hyaline. It could play with all of the cats. And then, because he thinks it’s rude to ask such questions without having an answer ready himself, adds: “I’m from Hyaline. We don’t have any shadow wolves. Just a lot of panthers.” |