Malik
06-03-2023, 07:59 AM
He is not quite as still as a horse as he’d been as a hare.
Malik looks around him, pivoting on his hindlegs to face the direction from which he thinks the sound had come. His head is turned to the left to better see, and a bright orange eye roves the shadows of the dark woods. He’s rather far off, he discovers, and the flash of light comes from his other side.
Almost simultaneously, a loud screech splits the air, adding clamant sound to the broken tranquility of the night. Malik’s ears pin back, but the sight of them is lost in the blaze of his own internal light that comes as an automatic response to such an unexpected blaze of sound and light.
His wings bend forward, a shield in front of his body, and ultraviolet light pours over the white snow around him, emanating from the glowing aura of his wings. Below that shield are the three sharp tines and one jaggedly broken tip of his horns, but usually the brightness and the aura are enough to deflect any incoming blows.
It has been some time since he’s practiced such a use of his occult skill (preferring these days to spend his time shifting), and Malik silently promises himself that if he gets out of this alive he’ll refresh his proficiency to be better prepared. He braces himself for a blow, though if nothing comes he intends to peek carefully around the edge of his right wing with a curious bright blue eye to see what exactly is going on.
@Vital
Malik looks around him, pivoting on his hindlegs to face the direction from which he thinks the sound had come. His head is turned to the left to better see, and a bright orange eye roves the shadows of the dark woods. He’s rather far off, he discovers, and the flash of light comes from his other side.
Almost simultaneously, a loud screech splits the air, adding clamant sound to the broken tranquility of the night. Malik’s ears pin back, but the sight of them is lost in the blaze of his own internal light that comes as an automatic response to such an unexpected blaze of sound and light.
His wings bend forward, a shield in front of his body, and ultraviolet light pours over the white snow around him, emanating from the glowing aura of his wings. Below that shield are the three sharp tines and one jaggedly broken tip of his horns, but usually the brightness and the aura are enough to deflect any incoming blows.
It has been some time since he’s practiced such a use of his occult skill (preferring these days to spend his time shifting), and Malik silently promises himself that if he gets out of this alive he’ll refresh his proficiency to be better prepared. He braces himself for a blow, though if nothing comes he intends to peek carefully around the edge of his right wing with a curious bright blue eye to see what exactly is going on.
@Vital