Malachi watches as the horse cat landed smoothly. Smoother than Malachi thought he would. "I guess I could use some help," the cynical words slipped from his tongue like a rotten fruit. Yes he needs lots of help- but he wouldn't just outright say that!
Malachi shook more ichor from his feathered wings and would start preening them so that they may dry. "I've only gotten them out once," he admits about the wings. "Never used them too much. My dad wouldnt allow it. He prefers a physical one; like fighting. Of course his stature to mine was comical- that guy was huge."
"Careful, some of them ledages are loose, espcially now." He eyes the cat, referring to his ealier use of magic. Malachi also has magic of his own but liked to keep it tucked away as if he didn't. It always came in handy that way- but he also needed to learn how to harness it.
He continues to listen to the one named Matthias speak about his tricks and wings. Why, he might be a good teacher-- but then Malachi's eyes rolled briefly. "Malachi Laviathan, that's my name Matthias." Malachi responeded, sounding somewhat bored.
Now he stretched the dark vulture like wings and shook then. They were a large and impressive wing fold; one that would allow him to soar for miles-- if he learned.
Then the horse-cat turns, facing him and prancing over, demanding to know what he knew. Malachi had to choke back a growl. Part of him wanted to say 'who the fuck do you think you're talking to catmeat.' But he held his tongue for now. "I can hunt good, run, and fight decent. Why, what about you?" He turned the question with the ark of his brow.
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