Malik
Though he’d promised to not go too high, Malik had immediately broken that promise the moment he was out of earshot. His wings had carried him very highland very quickly, and the last remnants of the storm winds pull him southeast more quickly than he ever would have believed possible. It is all he can do to stay airborne, and when he collapses in a small clearing beside the River at last, he does not get up for a good long while.
Down here on the ground it is raining, and the water seeps into his dark skin. The wings made of light disappear from his sides as he lies still, his two-toned eyes closed. He can hear the patter of rain, and while he is cold he is also too sore to roll over.
He’s pretty sure he isn’t cold enough to die, anyway, and is considering a nap when he catches the smell of something other than waterlogged greenery.
Malik rolls to his side as he opens his eyes, fixing them on the beautiful girl that comes out of the river. He has never seen anything like her.
“Hello.” He hears himself saying, and finds that he has rolled to his feet and approached her. He is still very muddy, more brown than black, though the rain does wash away some of the worst of it as he stands there in front of her. She must be a magical princess, he decides. Nothing else could be so lovely. But she is standing here in the rain, and surely no princess would stand in the rain.
Unless... was she in danger?
“Do you need help?” He pauses for a moment, though his gaze remains insistent and his tone sincere and concerned, and continues. “Because I do. I'm super lost.”
@[hyperia]
Down here on the ground it is raining, and the water seeps into his dark skin. The wings made of light disappear from his sides as he lies still, his two-toned eyes closed. He can hear the patter of rain, and while he is cold he is also too sore to roll over.
He’s pretty sure he isn’t cold enough to die, anyway, and is considering a nap when he catches the smell of something other than waterlogged greenery.
Malik rolls to his side as he opens his eyes, fixing them on the beautiful girl that comes out of the river. He has never seen anything like her.
“Hello.” He hears himself saying, and finds that he has rolled to his feet and approached her. He is still very muddy, more brown than black, though the rain does wash away some of the worst of it as he stands there in front of her. She must be a magical princess, he decides. Nothing else could be so lovely. But she is standing here in the rain, and surely no princess would stand in the rain.
Unless... was she in danger?
“Do you need help?” He pauses for a moment, though his gaze remains insistent and his tone sincere and concerned, and continues. “Because I do. I'm super lost.”
@[hyperia]