Malik
10-20-2021, 05:34 AM
Of all the skills most necessary for a successful hunt, Malik has struggled most with patience. Even now, as he stands half-hidden beneath the red leaf of an elm, one of his eight feet is tapping softly. It keeps the local insects at bay - they know a predator when they see one - but does risk attracting the notice of a hungry bird. Remembering this, Malik stills his wayward toes just as the blue leopard appears.
Of course, to Malik it is only a large blue shape, but he knows that it is the source of the noise that had startled him. He cannot make out what it is from this distance and with these eyes, so the black spider becomes instead a black leopard, the shape one of his favorites.
With his slit-pupiled blue-and-orange eyes, Malik can see that the other creature is a leopard as well. A strange coincidence, even in their world of magic, so he frowns a little, the expression made more stern by the wicked curve of his glowing horns.
Something about her feels almost familiar.
Malik is not sure how he knows it is a her even before a puff of wind brings that, along with the smells of wood and earth and something vaguely floral. He knows it the same way he knows she is a shifter and not a true leopard. Even in Hyaline the colorful animals don’t ever wear such deep shades of blue, he reminds himself, while simultaneously being sure that it is something more than suspicion
Malik tilts his black head, and can feel that he sports some of the feathers of his equine shape. They meld with his dark fur, ending just before the glowing stripes along his sides and back begin. He cannot find a face like the leopard’s in his memories, but he scrutinizes it nonetheless. Perhaps if she were a horse? Or even another shape?
He doesn’t say anything, just stares and tries to puzzle her out, an instinctive habit he’d inherited from the father they’ve never known.
@Sickle
Of course, to Malik it is only a large blue shape, but he knows that it is the source of the noise that had startled him. He cannot make out what it is from this distance and with these eyes, so the black spider becomes instead a black leopard, the shape one of his favorites.
With his slit-pupiled blue-and-orange eyes, Malik can see that the other creature is a leopard as well. A strange coincidence, even in their world of magic, so he frowns a little, the expression made more stern by the wicked curve of his glowing horns.
Something about her feels almost familiar.
Malik is not sure how he knows it is a her even before a puff of wind brings that, along with the smells of wood and earth and something vaguely floral. He knows it the same way he knows she is a shifter and not a true leopard. Even in Hyaline the colorful animals don’t ever wear such deep shades of blue, he reminds himself, while simultaneously being sure that it is something more than suspicion
Malik tilts his black head, and can feel that he sports some of the feathers of his equine shape. They meld with his dark fur, ending just before the glowing stripes along his sides and back begin. He cannot find a face like the leopard’s in his memories, but he scrutinizes it nonetheless. Perhaps if she were a horse? Or even another shape?
He doesn’t say anything, just stares and tries to puzzle her out, an instinctive habit he’d inherited from the father they’ve never known.
@Sickle