Malik
07-03-2021, 06:46 AM
Malou claws and scratches at him, but the cat’s shadowy paws pass through him in the way of magic, and the boy only laughs. Malik’s giggles are light and childlike still, but he too has pictured what he might be like as a warrior. Probably not a very good one, Malik thinks. He does not feel very brave. Not like Sickle is brave, anyway.
But he can act brave with Malou, which is comforting for a little boy who is just starting to realize the world is not always a safe and welcoming place.
Sickle’s accusation - that he’d chosen the easy one is true - is true. Malik doesn’t like hurting anyone, even accidentally, but there had been no sign of that in the reckless abandon with which he turns back around after his leap.
He’s panting, the iridescent glowing sides of his thin ribcage flaring in and out. He sees Sickle land on Wishbone, sees her shift to a rhino, and he giggles. She’s a very good shifter, his sister, but he’s not sure why she’s chosen to become some sort of unicorn hippopotamus.
Malik pauses his attack on Malou to try and figure out what animal his sister is, and in doing so becomes one himself. It isn’t one of his favorites, he decides, so he flicks through several similar options like an elephant, a real hippo, and a tapir, settling finally on an okapi with similar striping (and much more white) than his equine form.
“It’s two against one now!” he shouts boldly. “Surrender, or. Or...” As a child raised by a kind mother, he struggles for just a moment to think of something truly dreadful.
“Or we’ll eat all of them ourselves and we won’t. Even. Share.”
@Sickle
But he can act brave with Malou, which is comforting for a little boy who is just starting to realize the world is not always a safe and welcoming place.
Sickle’s accusation - that he’d chosen the easy one is true - is true. Malik doesn’t like hurting anyone, even accidentally, but there had been no sign of that in the reckless abandon with which he turns back around after his leap.
He’s panting, the iridescent glowing sides of his thin ribcage flaring in and out. He sees Sickle land on Wishbone, sees her shift to a rhino, and he giggles. She’s a very good shifter, his sister, but he’s not sure why she’s chosen to become some sort of unicorn hippopotamus.
Malik pauses his attack on Malou to try and figure out what animal his sister is, and in doing so becomes one himself. It isn’t one of his favorites, he decides, so he flicks through several similar options like an elephant, a real hippo, and a tapir, settling finally on an okapi with similar striping (and much more white) than his equine form.
“It’s two against one now!” he shouts boldly. “Surrender, or. Or...” As a child raised by a kind mother, he struggles for just a moment to think of something truly dreadful.
“Or we’ll eat all of them ourselves and we won’t. Even. Share.”
@Sickle