10-17-2021, 10:06 PM
He can make no sense of what his mother tries to teach him. He feels very confused, even days later.
Malik is unaccustomed to lessons of any sort, having been left to his own devices for most of his childhood in Hyaline. While most of what Mazikeen has taught him recently has been welcome (how to shift more quickly, how to modify his coloring for camoflauge) the unexpected emphasis on tolerance and self-restraint during their recent wyvern hunt has left him feeling rather shaken.
Rather than dwell on it any longer, the young colt has chosen to pursue something more physical, something that would take up too much of his attention to allow him to focus on anything else.
He’s going to go hunting.
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The branches of the leaves overhead are the same shade as the western clouds, brilliant orange slashed here and there with red and gold. Malik, standing in the shade of a thick elm, is difficult to see. He is watching the passing horses, quiet and still, waiting for one worth following.
Nothing.
The sky is growing dim by the time he turns away, scowling in disappointment. He’d wanted one shifter, that was all. Just one, to see if he was right. To see if he could gain their powers by killing them the way his father does. IF he can, Malik knows, he will prove his mother wrong.
The stallion shakes his horned head, the antlers grown to an impressive length as fall had drawn nearer. The motion does nothing to dispel the thoughts, but the sound of movement nearby has a far better effect. Malik freezes, and in an instant he becomes a dark furred jumping spider. All but invisible in the leaf-litter, but with eyes good enough to watch for any further movement, he waits to see what had spooked him.
@Sickle
Malik is unaccustomed to lessons of any sort, having been left to his own devices for most of his childhood in Hyaline. While most of what Mazikeen has taught him recently has been welcome (how to shift more quickly, how to modify his coloring for camoflauge) the unexpected emphasis on tolerance and self-restraint during their recent wyvern hunt has left him feeling rather shaken.
Rather than dwell on it any longer, the young colt has chosen to pursue something more physical, something that would take up too much of his attention to allow him to focus on anything else.
He’s going to go hunting.
---
The branches of the leaves overhead are the same shade as the western clouds, brilliant orange slashed here and there with red and gold. Malik, standing in the shade of a thick elm, is difficult to see. He is watching the passing horses, quiet and still, waiting for one worth following.
Nothing.
The sky is growing dim by the time he turns away, scowling in disappointment. He’d wanted one shifter, that was all. Just one, to see if he was right. To see if he could gain their powers by killing them the way his father does. IF he can, Malik knows, he will prove his mother wrong.
The stallion shakes his horned head, the antlers grown to an impressive length as fall had drawn nearer. The motion does nothing to dispel the thoughts, but the sound of movement nearby has a far better effect. Malik freezes, and in an instant he becomes a dark furred jumping spider. All but invisible in the leaf-litter, but with eyes good enough to watch for any further movement, he waits to see what had spooked him.
@Sickle