Into The Night (Malachi)

[Kinley]

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Kinley knew not how long she had been travelling around Meira, some days perhaps. She wasn't on a schedule so she rarely paid much attention to specific days, merely paying attention to the seasons and what they could offer her. She liked the solitude of the Meira, the peaceful beauty of the ocean. It seemed at odds with itself, that the constant churning and endless crashing noise should somehow be soothing, yet it was all the same. There were many places to explore, food and water if you knew where to look. Perfect place to spend some time if you didn't mind the lack of plant life, which was something Kinley was beginning to find herself missing, but not enough for her to cut her adventure short. Though she missed their familiar coverage, the ancient beings she had spent most of her life around would still be there when she decided to move on, as they always were. The pale female moved of to the south, her patient paws making easy work of the mossy ground, rarely caught of guard by the slippery surface that could have her injured if she wasn't as careful as she was being. Hunger had begun to prick at her stomach the previous day, so today was all about doing some fishing before the hunger got any more substantial. It was an activity, that whilst fraut with its own dangers, she greatly enjoyed.

Whilst she travelled, the aftersun was managing to break out from beneath the clouds every once in a while, illuminating the female and her surroundings, bathing all in a pale light. Sometimes it even felt somewhat warm, despite the swirling winds that crafted through, rolling of the sea. As the land gradually became more and more broken up by streams ever increasing in depth and width, the female began to anticipate what was to come. Kinley loved the way the sunlight danced of the shifting waters, catching upon the fish large and small that swam beneath it's surface. Their scales turned from greys to silvers, some catching the light in a rainbow of colour, little glimpses through the murky depths. It was sights like this that she found pleasure in and after stopping at a large enough area of rock, it was a whole that she actually got down to catching the fish at all. Her teal eyes watched with patience as she selected which fish to go for with care. Many of them were large and she did not trust her strength to be able to pull one out even if she caught it affectively. She tried to choose the shallowest spots to stand in, bracing her legs with her head low to the water. The stability didn't last once she attempted to catch her intended prey. After two hours of both successful and failed attempts, Kinley finally had enough fish to adequately sate her hunger. After shaking as much water from her coat as she possibly could, the gentle female lay down and dragged a fish towards herself.

She didn't rush her meal, languidly pulling off one strip of salty flesh at a time as night pulled around her. The sun was making its way down to meet the horizon, colouring the sky with oranges and pinks, bruised purple and navy blue with a strip of black across the West. The oncoming darkness didn't frighten her, she could just as happily stay where she was as find a den for the evening. The choice was squarely hers, but for the moment, she was satisfied simply eating fish and watching the sky.

Words: 601
Tags: Malachi
Muse: Coming and going...
Notes: n/a

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[Malachi]

It was good to be out in the open again. Seemingly weeks had gone by since he was out on his own, the way he was used to and endlessly told himself that he had preferred it this way. Forced to be self reliant since a very young age, he knew precious little of living in a group and the first time he stepped within the boundaries of a pack, the silvered male suffered an exhausting panic attack.  The air choked him and his chest tightened so much it pained him but he soldiered on to see his dearest friend. In the long run it was worth it but he still never felt fully comfortable. 

Out here was different. A wolf could live as he wished and rely on his strength and wits to survive. Which was all he knew. But even as he looked out at the vast expanse, Malachi pondered on how it really was wasted on him. Try as he may to enjoy to scenic display, he didn't know how. Yes, the birds sang their tunes and danced in the air as their wings confidently carried up into the clouds or let them dive towards the ground for that elusive but enticing insect. Yes, the breeze played with the trees even tugging at his fur to try and entice him to join it s ballet. Yes, the water babbled gleefully beneath his feet as the sleek inhabitants instinctively dashed by him, a teasing game no doubt. But it was as if he didn't belong amongst the vibrant life.  It was always just survival with the rare punctuation of relaxation. Fight and live. That was what he was good at.

Except...Except for those few days when he was with Saphira. Her kindness moved her to try and teach him how to play and even managed crack that serious expression of his in a smirk or two. He still fumbled horribly but oddly enough he liked it. She showed him there could be more. Even his adopted sister teased him endlessly it seemed, in her own attempts to get him to loosen up. Not that he really minded it...very often. 

But when left alone, he returned to his cold hard self. Old habits die hard or so they say. Yet he didnt really think of it as a habit, more of a personality flaw.

Such musings were broken when suddenly the realization that he nearly collided with a boulder by a stream became evident. Such deep thoughts apparently didnt go hand in hand with an evening stroll. Glancing around to find a smoother passage, the stormy eyed male noticed a snowy female feasting on fish merely feet from him. "Forgive me, Miss." A rich baritone murmured as he was rather embarrassed at being caught off guard, a rare thing indeed. Looking at her carefully as instinctive steps were taken to restore his measure of personal space.

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Kinley
He's odd but a good guy ^^ 

[Kinley]

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She should probably have been paying more attention. It was funny for when she was tracking, there was rarely a thing that wouldn't get noticed by Kinleys teal eyes. The subtlest of prints, the slightest disturbance in the plantlife, broken branches and the like. Yet there were times, such a now, that whole things could pass her by and she wouldn't even notice. Though at least this distraction came with an alarm. It was a thud that had her looking from the scenery and over into the noises direction, the maker being a dark pelted male colliding with a boulder. The female smiled with amusement but quickly turned the curve of her lips from amused to kind as his polite words made their way to her. She did not fail to notice the hasty steps back from her. The male was younger than herself, or as far as she could tell in the fading light, though he was was taller than and not just because she remained lay upon the ground. Her logic was simple; if he was to be a threat, he would not be looking at her as if she was the one most likely to cause damage. "There is nothing to forgive", she told him, smile still in place and her head tilting to the right as she watched him watch her. It was a pleasant surprise, for whilst she had not suspected that she would have company and had not made any plans for it, now that she did have the pale female was well pleased. Though from his expression, the other might not think as such.

Kinley had met many a wolf in her travels, each with their own different temperaments and behaviours and histories. Everyone had a story to tell, she had found, so long as there was a willing ear present. Some, like herself, loved to have another to converse with, whilst others were incredibly tight lipped or distrusting. She could not tell whether the strangers behaviour was embarrassment from the fall or something else. Either way, the answer matttered to her not for it would do little to affect the way she would treat him. Tipping her nose towards the last three fish piled close by her, she addressed the male again, "You're welcome to join me, or simply take a fish if you are not comfortable. I can always catch more when dawn comes back around". The kindly fae didn't see the second day of fishing as a chore though, having had an enjoyable afternoon doing as such. After giving him the option, Kinley turned her attention from him and back to the fish trapped beneath her paws, continuing her meal whilst giving him time to ponder over her proposals. When a few moments had passed she offered up the words, "My name is Kinley by the way", looking up and giving him another smile before dropping her gaze back to her fish, ripping of yet another strip. Loneliness never bothered her, but she always enjoyed company, no matter who but was.

The sun was continuing to make its descent, disappearing into the ocean on the other side of Anikira. No doubt that if she were to look upon the sky once more, Kinley would see the moon in all its silver splendour, followed lazily by the stars, blinking one at a time into existence. Perhaps clouds would come and obscure the image but they would be there nonetheless, eternal in the brilliance.

Words: 600
Tags: Malachi
Muse: Perked
Notes: <3 Falling In The Black lyrics

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[Malachi]

She seemed kind as she merely smiled and promised he had not offended her. But Malachi was not one to be placated so easily and instead scolded himself silently. Having sufficiently embarrassed himself at the first instant of meeting her, he shuffled his feet and avoided eye contact for a few moments. Once control was established, he met her eyes evenly and calmly. "Thank you, Miss. I graciously decline your kind offer, you should reap the benefits of your efforts." It just wasn't in him to take from a lady he, as of yet, knew nothing about. Other than her name, of course. 

"Malachi is my name, miss." He bowed his head once more, this time was a deeper dip of his head. Gentleman training from such a young age still deeply engrained in him. This was when the awkward part began for him though. Manners and the like only took one so far and he hadn't the gift of coming up with a conversation with a stranger out of thin air. Maybe he should walk away, after he did disturb her meal and most he had observed liked to eat in peace unless surrounded by friends or comrades. Maybe she was just being polite in offering him a fish.

Stormy blue eyes glazed over briefly as he tired to pull out some suitable inquiry or statement. "Uh.." Yep, great start. A deep rumble merely reached into the air but ended flatly. So embarrassing, he wished Saphira or Gailleann were here to pluck up the energy yet here he was alone. "Are you for the island?" That was the only question he could come up with the least amount of danger for stepping on her toes, metaphorically of course. Still keeping a comfortable distance away, he waited to see of she would be inclined to answer his question. If not, no real harm done. He just wished to try.

Kinley
OOC!! Nice to meet someone who knows Skillet!!!

[Kinley]

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She was not offended at his decline of the fish but was rather surprised at the way he did so and the way he introduced himself thereafter. It was a rare thing to find a gentleman and despite his awkwardness, Malachi was one on a base level. For most, politeness was a thing to have to be worked upon, to be reminded to use in pleasant company. For ones like them, it was a bootlick reaction, automatic and hard to turn off. In fact, Kinley could not recall the last time she had used a harsh tone or harsh words, for it simply was not her way. "It's a pleasure to meet you Malachi", she told him. Part of her fully expected him to leave for he still stayed a distance away, yet he remained, his rumbling 'um' causing her to focus on the larger male than on the fish at her paws. She watched his struggle for words and as the question was left to stand in the air, Kinley fully appreciated his efforts. Her offer of food, whilst a formality, had also been an honest invitation of companionship, if only for an evening. Even when ones thoughts brought about much entertainment and interraction for the most part, it was still wonderful to have a person to talk to. To have stories to tell to and to listen to.


Sitting up, the pale female nodded her answer. "Yes, I have lived on Anikira all my life. I had a pack when I was younger, but it's just me now", the words were not self pitying, after all, everyone had a burden to bare and the loss of her family was hers. Besides, whilst she had not laid her love of them to rest, she had done as such with the memories of them. She refused to agonise over the wonderful upbringing she had had, preferring to view the memories with a fondness instead. With a flick of her nose, she queried, "And what of yourself?". It was up to Malachi to dodge the question, either by ignoring it or through redirection. Or perhaps he would take no offence and care to give her an answer. Whatever course he took would be his own and whatever walls he wished to remain untouched would be. Unless she thought it was beneficial for it to be carefully broken down, piece by piece. Sometimes a person needed to confront their demons to learn to heal and Kinley was happy to be of use. It was a thing that needed patience and careful handling, two things not everyone possessed. But otherwise, the strangers she met could keep their secrets and regrets, for one could only go so far until the other took the lead, if they did at all. Verily though, she was rather interested in the answer that came back, whatever it may be.

Words: 495
Tags: Malachi
Muse: distracted
Notes: yepyep, Comatose and Awake and Alive are my favourites :3

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[Malachi]

It seemed his choice was a good one so far,s he didn't seem offended by his question and even answered kindly. A tiny step of progress was being made. She mirrored his question and he nodded his silvered head, "I was born here on the northern side." Since she mentioned her family, he thought briefly about it but decided he wouldn't say anything about them. While she seemed ok with being on her own now, he couldn't share the feeling. The guilt still plagued him no matter how many times he told himself it wasn't his fault. 

"Travel proved to be a preferable occupation and I have explored much of what the island has to offer." There maybe she would just conclude he had family somewhere out there. He didn't lie, so what was the harm in saying that? Travel was preferable as opposed to sticking around his home and face the tragedy over and over as familiar trees and rocks shot him with pain of memories. "Pack life is foreign to me, although I have made visits within their boundaries, it is purely an outsiders point of view."

Proving his awkwardness with every word uttered especially as he jumped jaggedly from one sentence to the other. Then came the never ending question of: Now what? He had branched out enough to come up with a question, but should he keep asking things or was that offensive? 

As as the light continued to fade, Malachi looked up to see the first of many stars begin to twinkle above them. Spring was coming soon, the nights had began to slowly warm up. He would miss the winter, he rather liked the quiet it came with. Spring burst with activity and was too busy for the stormy brute to call it a comfortable season. Yet each must have its turn. 

Kinley
Whispers in the Dark is my current fave. But I love so many of the songs ha

[Kinley]

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Malachi answered her question with every bit of awkwardness as the little female was coming to expect from him, noticing the subtle doge of any mention of family. There was a something there that still caused him pain and Kinley didn't feel inclined to press on the bruise. Plus it seemed the pair shared than a bad experience with family. Turning her head to her right, the pale female showed off the feather marking behind her left ear before turning her head back to look at him with eyes of the same colour. Those were two of her anomalies, the floppy right ear bringing it up to a round three. Physically she had not been like her packmates, though she had met wolves that likewise had appearances that were above the norm. Verily though, it was her personality that set her apart from the rest, always had done, even amongst family. "I know how you fell, truely. I've been different all my life and I suppose I am an outsider. Always have been for my pack roamed, always shifting from one place to another. They are gone and I still wander, though what I'm looking for I'm not quite sure", she frowned and licked her lips, the blood colouring her tongue, "I suppose .. That I don't know much about pack life either. Solitude and nature have been all I've had for a long time". They had been what she needed from the first moment she could crawl from her mother's den and explore. Nothing had frightened her, when by all means every shadow should have brought on a new nightmare.

Kinley simply wasn't programmed to see the world as a monster that one has to fight constantly to survive. In all her time she knew that all she needed to continue living was supplied by nature. Allowing her smile to return, the pale fae spoke once again, "I have explored many places. For me, there is nothing better than learning the secrets of the land, the hidden places full of beauty. Many miss them, or likewise refuse to see them when they present themselves". A shyness creapt over her as she realised she was going on with herself and sooner or later she would be lecturing the poor male if she wasn't more careful. To give her mouth something other to do, and her brain a chance to move the conversation in another direction, Kinley lowered her head and finished off what was left of the fish before moving it a few feet away. Carrion needed to eat too and the meat would be put to better use feeding them than being pushed back into the stream to polite the waters. As was her way, the female wasted nothing. Picking up another fish, she held her tongue against asking Malachi if he was sure he wouldn't eat before sinking to the mossy ground, still facing the darkpelted male. "Pardon my thoughts but you are quite serious and fearful for one so young. Do I frighten you?", the tone was not accusing more as it was confused. The humour behind her words she hid well for they would not make the male feel any more inclined to speak.

It was just an absurdity for her, too difficult to comprehend, that she could frighten anyone. Truely, that was the last thing she intended and she simply wished to validate to the male that it was not her intension.

Words: 602
Tags: Malachi
Muse: Getting distracted by demanding cats.
Notes: n/a

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[Malachi]

Her teal eyes, teal marking and floppy ear all made her different physically, his was the mental, emotional kind of different. Which was a greater burden? Perhaps they both were heavy to carry just in different ways. Honestly he liked wolves that looked different. His dearest friend was painted with gold and had two different colored eyes, one gold and one blue. It set them apart in a way that Malachi was fascinated by. He has nothing he saw as exceptional in manner of his own physical presence. Just a storm cloud moving over the earth.


She spoke in a way that seemed wistful to the quiet male. Seeing beauty in things that were around her, it seemed every one but him could do that. But he listened regardless of his inability to share in her topic of choice. 

Then it changed. As he watched her settle down with a new fish to add to her meal, she asked if he was scared of her? Had he been given to descriptive facial expressions it displays of emotion, he would have smiled maybe even laughed at the thought of it. Yet his mask remained stoic as his pale gaze washed over her. "I am not afraid. My distance is a protection for both of us." That sounded rather foreboding didn't it. His brow creased slightly as he tried to think of what to say so it didn't sound like a threat, but how could he do that without sharing he most closely guarded secret?

A voice in the form of a gentle baritone reached out and tried to weave itself in a calm manner with the air. "What I mean is. I haven't the blessing of conversing easily with those I don't know. I have lived my life as a fighter. Yes I am not even two years of age but I've seen more blood than most would have in the length of their full life.” Still foreboding but he planned on ending it when he had relayed his meaning. It wasn't hard to tell he spent the majority of his time in training. Corded muscles under his fur proved he was a dedicated student of war, even boasted a few scars under the dusky hairs, "Never do I wish harm on those I meet. But as I have extremely poor luck, my distance won't let them close enough to suffer."  Perhaps that would suit. He didn't want her to be scared of him, he wouldn't hurt her. The only ones he had let close had died. Saphira was not even privy to his locked chest of secrets, he wanted to keep her safe. Keep them all safe.

Kinley
Sorry he took a bit of a dark turn.

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His initial choice of words should have had her looking for an exit. After all, it did sound very much like a threat, but Kinley was not unaccustomed to threats and was quite aware of the ones that would have a physical backing compared to merely talk, though it still had her tensing somewhat. With a thoughtful look, the only words that came to mind were, "I wasn't aware I needed protection". From his furrowed brow, she reasoned that he had not meant to sound so harsh and as he spoke again he seemed to make the effort to be gentler and she relaxed some because of it. The words he spoke made a sadness bloom in her chest, though it was not something that came as a surprise. It was a rare occasion that she came across a wolf that hadn't experienced death in one form or another. The only difference was whether he had been witness or participant. Given how physically fit the male was, that could go either way. And there is more than one way to be afraid, like being afraid to trust, to to interact with another without fearing how the other planned to betray them. Made many a wolf defensive and dangerous. Still, Kinley stayed where she was lay until the other had said his piece. Despite the bumpy start, Malachis message was clear and the sadness she felt was clouded over with understanding. Yet another broken soul. There were so many of them. The stoic mask and brooding demeanour, molded by the self hatred that came from blaming ones self for the the workings of fate. Why they insisted on trying to control the uncontrollable she would never understand.

Sure there were little things one could do that could cause ripple effects and change the course of a person's life, but those were few and far between.The big stuff, the large impacts that leave a crater in their wake, they were the things that would have always happened. No way of getting around it. Her choice to leave her family, to not break the pattern she always took, saved her life. Whatever destroyed her pack had moved on by the time she resurfaced. Kinley was late to everything, that was a fact, and true to that fact she hadn't been around when the world had turned on its head. No amount of wondering would change that. After a bite from her fresh fish, Kinley spoke up, "Death is a natural part of life, it is inevitable. And from death comes life. It's a cycle that cannot be broken. The dead aren't the ones worse off, those that continue to live after their loved ones are gone are the ones in trouble. Living is a choice, dying is an obligation". Shaking her head, she looked to the sky, "Suffering is a part of life. We are shaped as much by the bad things as the good. Without the darkness, we wouldn't see the stars, and that is just as true in life". Her eyes fell to meet his and she smiled, "I understand your meaning though and I will respect your boundaries nonetheless". With that said, Kinley ripped off another strip of fish. Looks like he didn't get a pass on the lecture after all.

Words: 580
Tags: Malachi
Muse: Walking Dead!!
Notes: Nothing wrong with a dark turn, keeps things interesting

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[Malachi]

Cocking his head, he wasn't sure if she was teasing him or not when she said she didn't know that she needed protection. His grasp of social graces were obviously limited and simply stared at her for a moment or two before deciding to just let it go. Honestly, he was surprised she hadn't gotten up and bolted at his words. He imagined any normal wolf would not wish to be in the company of someone who sounded like he was threatening them. Maybe she was off kilter as well? or maybe she just had faith? Gailleann said something about having faith one or two times. he didnt understand why he should try. But apparently there were those who did.

She was so matter of fact about life and death that he didnt really know how to respond. Yes it was a pattern, an unbreakable pattern. But no pup should be strung up helpless while watching a bear tear his family apart. That was not a natural part of life. And if it was, he wanted no part in it.

'Shaped by the good and the bad.' Poetic of her really, he mused silently. He had more bad than good so what did that make him? Gah, he was being so pessimistic! He shook himself, refusing to be caught up in that maelstrom of darkness now. Not even thinking about what she would think about seeing some wolf randomly shake out, but hopefully she would just think he was just ridding himself or some dirt or whatever. 

At the end of her speech, she smiled and said she would respect his boundaries and for that he offered another small bow of his head. "Thank you, Miss." 

Feeling the nervous ache begin in his chest at not knowing how to proceed, he forced another question out before he could look even more pathetic than he already must appear to her. "Do you enjoy fishing?" An odd query but he dreaded the awkward silence that would surely ensue if he didnt speak the first thing that came to his mind.


Kinley

[Kinley]

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It was clear he appreciated that she would keep her distance, though no doubt he would have opinions on what she had said. He had yet to make any of them apparent. Kinley wouldn't have taken offence if he had, it would just have given her a clearer picture of who he was and where he was coming from. Why that was important to her, the little fae didn't know, but she treated everyone as such. Being kind to others was an intricate part to her internal makeup, she simply could not bring herself to be cruel to anyone, though she was not above saying things the other might not wish to hear. Some things had to be said, whilst others were best kept to the heart. The difference was in knowing which was which. When he set his query upon the air, probably fearing the silence that might follow had he not spoken up. Just like herself she supposed. Her smile broke into a grin as she answered, "Oh yes, very much so". She looked towards the waters and continued, "I like how much time it takes and it can be fun as well. I never catch more than I need, but that doesn't matter since usually it's just me. This is a perfect spot for fishing". Even with the dimmed light, the fish closest to the surface were visible only by the reflection on their scales or the slight disturbance on the surface when their backs broke through. Even when they couldn't be seen, there was evidence of their existence if you cared to look hard enough.

After a moment, she shook her head and looked once more towards the male. "I apologise for my lecture just now. I lost my entire family to an attack I was not present to witness. If I had I would not be talking to you right now", she shrugged her shoulders as her eyebrows furrowed slightly. She hoped that by sharing that part of her history perhaps Malachi would understand that she had not been lecturing him on a topic she knew nothing of. When her family had been removed from her life, she could have allowed herself to be swallowed by the grief. To have that wave pull her so far out that if she returned she wouldn't be the same. Instead she chose to deal with the grief and move past it. It wasn't that she was forgetting them or her love for them, she just refused to let the loss of them stop her from living. It was a personal thing and perhaps most wouldn't view it so simply. "It's hard, to lose someone before their time. No one should have to go through that, but they do. Death is a part of life and I have come to accept that", her voice was tinged with a resigned sadness. With a sigh, Kinley pushed away that dark blanket before it even thought about covering her, "Anyway...what do you like to do for fun, Malachi? Do you have any friends or..". Honestly, the pale fae was hoping to avoid unsettling the male again, but she had just wanted to clarify her thoughts.

Words: 563
Tags: Malachi
Muse: Moody
Notes: n/a

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[Malachi]

So she enjoyed the little things in life. that was a good mark on her, life could easily get complicated and soon nothing was pleasurable. he nodded his approval, not that she needed it but still. Maybe she would just take it as he was listening to her. Then an apology, one he wasnt expecting in the least to happen. After all she had done no harm. 

"There is no need, Miss." His voice rumbled forth, "I do get wrapped in the past and it proves a challenge to let go. In fact, I have yet to be victorious over it." That was no secret, anyone who knew him in the slightest could see he carried burdens from long ago.

He looked at her long and hard. She wasnt there, how would he be different if he wasnt there? Maybe on that hunting trip with Uncle Kenai instead of listening to a lesson on plants from his mother along with his three siblings. 'Count yourself fortunate to not carry the memories with you." He drawled darkly. 'I watched before my father finally got me to run away. I tried to help but got caught in a bush. I was only a few months old at the time." He spoke, reminiscing and not even realizing the words rolled off his tongue. Curse that tongue!

"Once again, forgive me. I hadnt meant to say that." He  bristled in self loathing for revealing such a secret so quickly. Stupid brute.


Then the silver and black fur smoothed out and he moved on, refusing to dwell on it now. "I usually find a measure of enjoyment in running. Play fails to make sense to me, although I know have a teacher. She has taken it upon herself to show me how. I travel to visit her often, as well as my adopted sister. Between the two of them there may be hope that I'll learn."


Kinley
Sorry this was rushed but i wanted to get it up for you.

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He may not have thought the apology was necessary, but Kinley wanted to give it to him nonetheless. It came as no surprise that he was still dealing with the trauma of his past, after all, it wasn't something so easily moved passed, yet it was possible. She was living proof. As he continued speaking, Malachi opened far more than he had clearly intended to, he said as much. He had shared something close to his heart to a stranger and was clearly unhappy about it. The story he painted made her feel sorrowful, for child should have to lose their parents to violence, nevermind be a part of the events themselves. She had been an adult and whilst it had been a terrible thing to find her mother a bloody, lifeless husk, she had been old enough to survive alone. And she had, and still did. But to have been defenceless and unable to help was as his loved ones were ripped away was exactly the type of deal that would leave scars that would run to the core. She did not feel pity for him though, for pity would do no good, but at the very least she could relate, even on just some level. Perhaps she was different because she hadn't seen what had happened to her family, though others would argue that the not knowing was worse. To forever be questioning how their world was gutted and reordered, yet Kinley didn't feel that way. Knowing the exact how's and whys wouldn't change what happened and wouldn't bring them back.

A smile returned to her lips as he answered he question, pleased that he was not as alone as he first seemed. There were others out there that cared for his well-being and enjoyed his company, both so important aspects of life. "I'm sorry for your losses and hope that peace finds you soon", she told him,meaning every word. "Running is very freeing, brilliant for clearing the mind", she laughed softly, "Sounds like they're doing right by you, teaching you how to play. I never learned myself because I didn't have any siblings to play with. My Aunt had never had any pups and my mother only had me". After that another bite of her fish, she continued, "To be honest I doubt I'd have fitted in for I've always been a bit different. I don't dislike it though, I am simply me". Even amongst her family she had been odd, though they had encouraged her to be herself and so she was. Malachi still had time to figure out who he wanted to be, to figure out how the world would make him. It would be a long road, but what roads weren't? Plus he had found family for himself, since he had mentioned an adopted sister. Things didn't stay in the dark forever, they just felt like they did.

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Tags: Malachi
Muse: Distracted by a baby XD
Notes: @<3

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[Malachi]

She was a kind female, that was plain to see. But he felt as if he took advantage of such kindness by telling her about his past. A few sentences but they were rather revealing. Things she didn't need to know. After all what good could come from sharing his darkness? Perhaps his metaphorical poison was taking place already. Shame.

Yet she didn't seem to let him keep her down and even followed his lead in dropping the subject in favor of a lighter one. He tilted his head when she confessed her own loss at playing. Never would he have thought he wasn't the only one to endure such a struggle. Playing seemed to be so natural for all he had met, driving home that he was remarkably different from everyone else. But here before him was a girl who has both physical and emotional oddities, but never would he judge her for that. In fact he saw her a rather strong individual to soldier on with such a sunny personality. Not to mention he was naturally fascinated by physical uniqueness. Being rather normal in his own eyes in that category, it was a marvel to see it in others. 

"Thank you for the expression of sympathy, miss. I agree being different can have its merits. After all diversity is rather enjoyable." If only his differences were such. But wishing never seemed to work for him so of course its a waste of time. "So how do you like Miera?" Another awkwardly placed question but he was just going with his gut on this. He had to get better at this eventually. "This is the first time I have visited it since it showed its face from the waters. Seems to be a rather peaceful place." He looked around slowly as if looking for something to prove him wrong, seemed to be about the time something would go awry. 


Kinley

[Kinley]

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She giggled at the surprise his expression gave hint to at the fact that she knew not how to play. Kinley had neither tumbled with siblings or relatives for there had been none to do it with. Besides, even had there been, the pale female would still have avoided such rough play as she had seen younger generations engagae in on her travels. Perhaps other games would have taken her fancy but deffinately not play fighting. She could hunt with enough skill that she very rarely went hungry, though she hadn't even attempted to catch any large prey since being on her own. She knew her limitations. When it came to fighting however, the feathered fae was simply incapable. She hated to cause harm and only did so to protect herself and even so she would try all other avenues before causing damage. It was a very distinct weakness, one that had so far not gotten her killed. When Malachi spoke, she smiled and thought they were much of the same mind. Diversity was important, as was being accepting of the variety of personalities and appearances wolves may have. You did not necessarily like what another does or do such things yourself, but simply agree that paths in their lives lead them to such lengths and hope that one day such problems can be resolved.

When the silver grey male spoke once more, Kinley looked over at him and thought him rather handsome if not awkward, like he was not comfortable in his own skin. There was no confidence about him, no ego as she had seen in other males. It was a nice change. "This is my first time too", she told Malachi softly, "I have travelled right across Anikira many times so it only seemed fitting to investigate this land whilst there is no one to claim it". Though with the way Alphas were popping up like spring flowers, she thought it was probably only a matter of time. "It is indeed peaceful though a little barren. I miss the thick forests and dense shrubbery, yet perhaps it is simply the time of year rather than the actual place itself", with a sigh she looked out to the closest border. The sea was a mere rippling distrubance at this distance but the sound was a constant reminder of what surrounded both the Meira and Anikira itself. They were all passengers upon its back, floating precariously on various rocks and going about their lives whilst the waters churned beneath. "Yes", she agreed, "It is very peaceful here".

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Tags: Malachi
Muse: Slow
Notes: n/a

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