07-01-2021, 06:24 AM
The Isle was too far, she’d said, but he could come along to Loess.
Malik keeps close to his mother’s side, determined to show her that he had been listening, that he can behave himself. He does wander from time to time - he is a child, and he has never left his jungle home - but never out of sight, and always returning with a quickness to his step.
The heat leaves the air as they leave the jungle, and Malik grows a thicker hide (and body) without really thinking about it, becoming a young black mammoose that keeps just as near to his amethyst mother as he had as a foal. His feet are as large as hers now, but he still moves lightly, his black-on-black striped fur good camouflage in the shady woods they pass through.
His coloring becomes less protective as they make their way into red Loess, so he almost mimics his mother, becoming a pale lavender foal but keeping his blackglow stripes. Wishbone tells him of protocols and he nods with understanding, young but still a prince, and he wants to be sure that he does this all right, that he does not cause her any more worry than Sickle already has.
The thing that comes to greet them is not quite what Malik had been expecting, so much so that he is startled enough to forget his manners and ask with his father’s curiosity in his bright young voice: “What exactly do you eat with that mouth?”
Malik keeps close to his mother’s side, determined to show her that he had been listening, that he can behave himself. He does wander from time to time - he is a child, and he has never left his jungle home - but never out of sight, and always returning with a quickness to his step.
The heat leaves the air as they leave the jungle, and Malik grows a thicker hide (and body) without really thinking about it, becoming a young black mammoose that keeps just as near to his amethyst mother as he had as a foal. His feet are as large as hers now, but he still moves lightly, his black-on-black striped fur good camouflage in the shady woods they pass through.
His coloring becomes less protective as they make their way into red Loess, so he almost mimics his mother, becoming a pale lavender foal but keeping his blackglow stripes. Wishbone tells him of protocols and he nods with understanding, young but still a prince, and he wants to be sure that he does this all right, that he does not cause her any more worry than Sickle already has.
The thing that comes to greet them is not quite what Malik had been expecting, so much so that he is startled enough to forget his manners and ask with his father’s curiosity in his bright young voice: “What exactly do you eat with that mouth?”