Long for Lapping Waves [Bai-Shi]

[Malak]

With his group now disbanded, the bird had more than enough time to himself. He hadn't the need to stretch his wings; simple flaps to the river bend to drink or to his bathroom branch wouldn't do. Bai Shi, the former kingpin and one of his closest friends, was perhaps the only reason he would fly during the day; now he hardly ever visited. Malak wouldn't blame him though, as it was a bit of a walk from the old territory to his tree; and the brambles only made it worse. Truth be told, his tree was getting...cluttered. Lavender stalks were taking surprisingly long to dry this month; so he'd have to string the up on the branches and it was far too windy for none of them to fall.

Malak stifled a scoff as he strung up his ditty bag upon a hook like branch within the hollow, soon stepping down the somewhat spiral ring the lead down to the second half of his home. He opened a small jar labeled "Raspberry" and dug out a few berries with a dark beak and quickly ate them before laying the beeswax paper back over and tieing it off. "Its so quite." hummed the corvid.

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THE WAR-MAKER

golden lung dragon & black jaguar w/ vitiligo. god of war - ancient. they/them/he/his. formerly blind. wind element & electric element. firstborn son of jerisidie lingré & current head of family. ironclad of the iron forged. courting --. mentally moderate. physically hard.

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the peace and silence that surrounded the corvid's home would soon be made into a still silence, the kind that bespoke of dangers. a low uttering growl would exit the beast prowling in the winds on high, prey animals hiding away for the sake of safety from the predator above, birds' warning cries cut short. the gust of wind would howl for a short moment, whipping around a foreign shape as the golden kingpin lowered themselves to the ground, talons catching against grass as they eased into a nearby clearing before uttering a deep booming call, "Malak", he should be home, he usually was. a strange longing to see the feathered beast had awoken them from their slumber, a longing for past things. he should at least now what had happened, and what they were going to be doing from this point forward.

settling to slide between the trees in the path that they had carved in numerous journeys, would the shapeshifter approach the old twisted tree, gaze raking over the assortment of things upon the branches. pausing as they reached the trunk, their mind flitted back to many different times, the ones that they had visited here in a fever, the ones that they had come bearing horrid wounds. crooning softly, would they settle, curling up as comfortably as they could around the base, calling upon their wind element to soften the gale around the tree, to brush off snow dusting branches.