Malachi had been curled up against the base of a hollowed tree, gathering slumber. He had most recently taken a long trek-- just to explore mainly. Or so that is what he tells himself.
Mostly Malachi felt like he was running. It was the last thing his father told him to do. The male sat up and looked down to the giant skull dangling around his neck with a sigh. "why couldn't you have came too?" if only he wouldn't have frozen- his dad wouldn't of had to shove him- or loose his head.
It was tje soft rustle of feet hitting the dirt and wings maneuvering that interrupt his thoughts. Suddenly they were a million miles away.
Malachi doesn't make a sound. He is silent and listening very closely. His nose working to try to find a scent. "Hello?" The voice calls out. It was female in sound- so that means it was someone else. The male relaxes only enough to stand and move somewhat closer to the stranger, trying to fan the fog away.
Hello....stranger! Malachi offers, finally finding a rock to stand on. All this for made Malachi's golden makings appear all over his body; each one an uncannily resemblance to the bones underneath. You lost too?" what else could be say? The fog was dense and he was lost? Worst case scenario he would use it to hide in-- but so far he feels safe. The fog was lifted while I was sleeping..
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"speech."