Malik
11-01-2021, 07:53 PM
Though his dark mouth has been cleansed of visible blood, Malik can still taste it at the back of his throat, can still smell the thick metallic scent that lingers in the cold autumn air. It hides the scent of the kelpie, and he doesn’t see her until he has shaken the water from his thick feline coat, and taken his first steps forward on equine hooves.
The kelpie, glittering and grinning, is greeted with immediate suspicion.
Malik’s dark face twists into a deeper scowl, taking in the stranger’s appearance as well as her mocking words. Rich deep brown, with golden hair and long blue legs. She says he took a scrawny one, as though a healthy deer would take a position at the rear of the herd, and accuses him of not being stealthy.
He’d caught the thing, hadn’t he?
Though not unaccustomed to critique, the dark-haired young stallion does not appreciate it from a stranger, and that is quite clear in his response: “Do you offer hunting lessons to every passerby, or am I especially unfortunate today?”
@Claudia
The kelpie, glittering and grinning, is greeted with immediate suspicion.
Malik’s dark face twists into a deeper scowl, taking in the stranger’s appearance as well as her mocking words. Rich deep brown, with golden hair and long blue legs. She says he took a scrawny one, as though a healthy deer would take a position at the rear of the herd, and accuses him of not being stealthy.
He’d caught the thing, hadn’t he?
Though not unaccustomed to critique, the dark-haired young stallion does not appreciate it from a stranger, and that is quite clear in his response: “Do you offer hunting lessons to every passerby, or am I especially unfortunate today?”
@Claudia