MALACHI LEVIATHAN He couldn't stop from wincing at the shocked expression that came to Enya's features. He felt a tug in his chest, a deep ache of sorrow. But the young male instead, looked away, nose pointed down with his eyes closed tightly and jaw clenched. Doing his best to force the feelings down. He had to be strong now. Malachi felt his vision blur and his head swirl with a dizzying buzz as the effects of his magic had died away, taking yet another toll on his body. Using magic was not anything new for Malachi. He had been born with it. But never has he been able to conjure anything the way he had earlier.
With just one soft expression, Malachi found himself wanting to fold, wanting to lean into this complete stranger and cry out his sorrows on her shoulder. Yes, honoring him. Malachi echos her words in his thoughts. He had yet to do that. In fact Malachi has been so busy running for the past two weeks, that he had little time to grieve the loss of his father, whom the teen had only had in his life a short time. "How did you know my father?" it came out like vomit; sudden and uncontrollable. He fixed his yellow-green gaze to Enya, curiously waiting.
Malachi found himself suddenly curious about the wolf who had risked everything to give Malachi a second chance in life. Lazarus had never been much of an open book about his past lives. Except to tell him how Malachi had been brought into the world- and how Lazarus had to go through extreme conditions to reach him. Though every now and then his father would give him bits and pieces about the time spent in the jungle. Speech.  |
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