04-07-2015, 08:09 AM
She flies quietly through the Jungle. She has been home for almost a year now and she has grown more relaxed among the new faces, even though she has yet to personally meet many of them. Her long tail drags pleasantly through the trees as she beats her wings and keeps a silent eye on the on-goings below. As always, the big cats lift a lazy gaze at her as she goes over them, but they have yet to try and catch her (who knows if it's because they know her for what she is or the simply have no interest in the heavily plumaged bird). Her pleasant flight though is soon interrupted by a ear-shattering (especially so for her sensitive bird ears!) squeal followed by a further series of grunts and snorts. She quickly alters her path to find the source of the sounds that penetrate through the Jungle's solitude.
It does not take her long to find the fighting stallions and this alone frightens her. Stallions are not typically welcomed among the Jungle, much less those with the kind of spirit that this pair seems to have. They are very heatedly in battle and Malka almost doesn't care to stop them. Hey, if they want to kill themselves, then let them have at it. She sits in the tree for a bit watching the pair, but something on what she has mentally deemed the underdog of the battle catches her attention. She quickly alights from the tree, careful flying around the pair to get a closer look at the object that had drawn her attention. It was an item that she had seen hundreds, if not thousands of times as a young foal, though not on this stallion -- on her own mother.
With his poison scorched skin, she hadn't even recognized the lightly colored overo for who he was. She quickly shifts several feet off the ground and to the side of the pair of fighting stallions so as to not to become the victim of any of their potentially misdirected anger.
"STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" she yells deeply at the pair of steeds as loudly as she can. She is not foolish enough to actually step into the ongoing fight because, even though she put a few years into the army in her younger days, she definitely was not the well defined warrior that her father had once been or did she have the experience to take on both of them if their attention turned focus on to her.
It does not take her long to find the fighting stallions and this alone frightens her. Stallions are not typically welcomed among the Jungle, much less those with the kind of spirit that this pair seems to have. They are very heatedly in battle and Malka almost doesn't care to stop them. Hey, if they want to kill themselves, then let them have at it. She sits in the tree for a bit watching the pair, but something on what she has mentally deemed the underdog of the battle catches her attention. She quickly alights from the tree, careful flying around the pair to get a closer look at the object that had drawn her attention. It was an item that she had seen hundreds, if not thousands of times as a young foal, though not on this stallion -- on her own mother.
With his poison scorched skin, she hadn't even recognized the lightly colored overo for who he was. She quickly shifts several feet off the ground and to the side of the pair of fighting stallions so as to not to become the victim of any of their potentially misdirected anger.
"STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" she yells deeply at the pair of steeds as loudly as she can. She is not foolish enough to actually step into the ongoing fight because, even though she put a few years into the army in her younger days, she definitely was not the well defined warrior that her father had once been or did she have the experience to take on both of them if their attention turned focus on to her.
Malka
Immortal, Quetzal-shifting
Lekh/Kosi of the 'Zons
Lekh/Kosi of the 'Zons
HTML © Zariah
Image by: CoyoteMange