Don't read too much into it

Malachi · 01-02-2011, 03:22 AM

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1063 words. Longest one I've ever written XD. And this table is so appropriate for this thread! :3 I love it.

There was concern on the white female's face, which brought concern to Mala's own honey-colored eyes. The fuzzy, rounded ears, always funny looking atop a large head, twitched with concern for a mere moment. Maybe Mala wasn't welcome, and she was making this other female uncomfortable. The shaggy creature opened her light hued muzzle to speak again, voicing that she should probably go and leave this other to her business, but then the pink-haired female's expression changed. She was indeed a strange one, and Malachi wasn't all too sure what to make of her odd behavior.

The expression on the stranger's face only made the creature recall that it was the same face many made when they met her. Even her closest friends in Cercatori d'Arte, she had remembered when they, too, once made the same facial expressions when first encountering Malachi. They stopped looking at her that way now, of course, but it made the large female wonder why they even did so in the first place.

As the sun shone, and Malachi looked back into the white female's face, that flash of malachite green, where she got her name, glowed briefly in their honeyed depths. Mala was suddenly taken aback by the pink-haired wolf claiming she read, someplace, that Malachi herself liked honey. At first, the creature believed that she was somehow written about by members of her tribe, describing everything about her in writing to be given to wolves all around the area. She was sure she was pretty far from her tribe, so how could it have traveled so far, so fast?

"You read about.. me?" She said, suddenly curious yet worried. But then, as the white female before her mentioned the "b" word, her ears flew back on her head, and a look of disgust and fear crossed the shaggy female's face. "Ugh. Those drooling, disgusting, wolf-killing creatures? They shouldn't even be worthy of such a sweet treat." Of course, Mala was oblivious to the fact that the wolf before her was talking about Mala herself, in her true identity. However, she was too concerned about something being written about her, and was also reminded by a gentle growl in her large stomach how hungry she had become.

A smile stretched across Malachi's face, looking up at Orin who stood up on her own two feet again. Whatever was written about her, she'd have to find out about.. but it seemed to melt the worry off of the stranger's white face, and so her own brown one as well. It couldn't have been all that bad, she guessed. Her breath misted in the cold air, watching Orin all the while that she introduced herself. Malachi nodded, remembering also that Skye was a writer and a keeper of books as well. She did have to make a mental note to herself to see if Skye actually had anything written about the large female, but that could wait.

Malachi was merely glad to be helpful to someone, and her eyes glittered at Orin taking her offer to help her. But knowing she'd have to be carrying something, Mala knew she'd have to do it on her four legs. Which was strange, at least to her, because she was a Luperci, at least in her mind. Luperci were able to do things must quicker and much easier on two legs, but for Mala it seemed like she had trouble on them, and things were easier if she waddled along on all four paws instead. The large brown female grinned slightly, hearing something about a bookstore and shelves.. and Malachi knew she'd be no help there. Her eyes danced as she watched Orin leave for a moment to retrieve the planks she dropped earlier, when Mala entered the small town, and come running right back.

She was about to help herself in grabbing one of the planks until Orin spoke again, and her voice seemed excited. With muzzle half opened, some of her front teeth exposed, Malachi stood there frozen on the spot (no pun intended), listening to the girl speak. "I didn’t even know we spoke the same language." She heard the pink one say, and the shaggy creature lifted an eyebrow in a what-are-you-talking-about kind of way. "Well, of course. We are wolves, aren't we? All wolves speak the same language.." Mala said matter-of-factly, still confused on why Orin even brought it up to begin with. As if she couldn't be even more astounded by this female's strange ways, the question of sleep rang in her round ears. "How did you--" But she was cut off by Orin's string of questions, and Mala could only stare in wonderment at her. Exactly how much was written about her? Had she done something so awful, so unheard of, that it had to be written about as a warning to other wolves, in other packs?

And then, something clicked in Mala's head, something that she knew for certain had to be true. That must have been why, then, that Malachi couldn't get into a pack! All the pack's leaders must have read about her and were warned by her previous tribe not to take her in.. to protect their pups. This entire realization swam into Mala's head unexpectedly, and hurt immediately crossed her features. 'They really don't want me to come back, then..' She mused softly and silently to herself, her shoulders slumping with this assumption in mind, and almost didn't see the boards that Orin put down before her to pick up.

"Oh, one more question," Mala heard, and she snapped her head up as if being woken out of a bad daydream. "Huh?" Was the only word that came out of her muzzle, and the familiar M'ikmaq words rang in her ears.. although a little butchered. "Oh, right. Oqoti means 'friend'," she said, before leaning down and scooping up the wooden boards in her large jowls and following in step behind the female, kicking the pebble present along with her big front paws. "Apoqonmul mes lt mff hurp chu," she muffled under the planks, trying to explain to Orin that it meant an offering of assistance to another. Her paws shuffled in the light dusting of snow that was on the ground, trying to keep the pebble in check and not wanting to lose the small gift given to her.

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