Malik
10-31-2021, 11:12 AM
He is about to admit to his cousin that he’s still looking for something to hunt when the creature walks by.
Malik has never seen anything quite like it before and he knows - even without trying - that it is not a shape he could imitate. Clawed, colorful, and clearly a predator, Malik knows in an instant that the shape it wears is one that he wishes to become.
There is no fear in the eyes of the deinonychus, and it pauses to peer at that pair of wolves with open curiosity. Malik smiles, his teeth curling up into a grin as he asks Bolder: “What about that thing?” The young dinosaur stands up a little taller, peering at the two wolves with a slowly narrowing pair of black eyes. Perhaps she has underestimated the danger they pose. Should she shift back to her equine form, she wonders, or will she be faster like this?
She takes a step back, and without conscious thought Malik takes one forward, keeping one black ear flicked toward Bolder as he waits for confirmation.
“We could get some of those feathers, easy.” He adds, taking another slow step forward as Mescaline takes another backward on the far side of the open meadow. Malik is sure of his speed and knows that Bolder is often even quicker. They could take this feathered hunter down, and it would be enough of a challenge to be fun.
He risks a glance back at his cousin, his eyes sparkling in anticipation. “Yeah?”
@bolder
Malik has never seen anything quite like it before and he knows - even without trying - that it is not a shape he could imitate. Clawed, colorful, and clearly a predator, Malik knows in an instant that the shape it wears is one that he wishes to become.
There is no fear in the eyes of the deinonychus, and it pauses to peer at that pair of wolves with open curiosity. Malik smiles, his teeth curling up into a grin as he asks Bolder: “What about that thing?” The young dinosaur stands up a little taller, peering at the two wolves with a slowly narrowing pair of black eyes. Perhaps she has underestimated the danger they pose. Should she shift back to her equine form, she wonders, or will she be faster like this?
She takes a step back, and without conscious thought Malik takes one forward, keeping one black ear flicked toward Bolder as he waits for confirmation.
“We could get some of those feathers, easy.” He adds, taking another slow step forward as Mescaline takes another backward on the far side of the open meadow. Malik is sure of his speed and knows that Bolder is often even quicker. They could take this feathered hunter down, and it would be enough of a challenge to be fun.
He risks a glance back at his cousin, his eyes sparkling in anticipation. “Yeah?”
@bolder