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I AM NOT A GOOD THING
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"Gators aren't the only thing waiting for something to come a little too close to the muddied edge." Malkyn's halfway submerged in the swamp's murky and disgusting waters, humming faintly to herself as she opens her mouth and soft, scratchy clicks providing vague imagery in front of her. She had kept quiet up until then, maybe hoping she could snatch one of them- or both- but seeing as they were now small domestics, she spoke up. Not enough to satisfy her, plus, she couldn't eat them now that the others knew about them. The hellhound would rather not be questioned on where the two siblings went.
The hound doesn't mind the gators, if she doesn't bother them, they don't bother her. She's bigger than some (most) of them, but doesn't feel like having a showdown with them, alligator skin and scales were difficult to get through, and she'd rather not be making a whole new gator down the road. Malkyn pulls herself from the mud and water, not bothering to shake off the excess stuff on her and instead just sitting back down at the water's edge, humming faintly. "Survival of the fittest." She murmurs a little, scratchy clicking falling from her muzzle as she 'looks' at the little formation in front of her, raising a brow.
"Why not let the gators pick them off if they manage- if they survive, better warriors for us." Mal shook her head a little, definitely in the hound/canine mindset of letting the weak be picked off. At Apollo's question about gators, her sightless gaze moves to him, tipping her head a little. "Large, short-legged reptiles that will eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if given the chance. Not that I wouldn't do the same thing."
The hound doesn't mind the gators, if she doesn't bother them, they don't bother her. She's bigger than some (most) of them, but doesn't feel like having a showdown with them, alligator skin and scales were difficult to get through, and she'd rather not be making a whole new gator down the road. Malkyn pulls herself from the mud and water, not bothering to shake off the excess stuff on her and instead just sitting back down at the water's edge, humming faintly. "Survival of the fittest." She murmurs a little, scratchy clicking falling from her muzzle as she 'looks' at the little formation in front of her, raising a brow.
"Why not let the gators pick them off if they manage- if they survive, better warriors for us." Mal shook her head a little, definitely in the hound/canine mindset of letting the weak be picked off. At Apollo's question about gators, her sightless gaze moves to him, tipping her head a little. "Large, short-legged reptiles that will eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if given the chance. Not that I wouldn't do the same thing."
MALKYN RHODES — ALPHA HELLHOUND — TANGLEWOOD ROGUE — TAGS
& YOU'RE ALL BRONZE AND BITE, ALL VENOM AND FISTFIGHT. YOU'RE THE DAWN THAT RISES BLOODY AND WRECKS SHIPS IN ITS WAKE, BUT YOU'RE A SIREN TOO, SOMEWHERE DEEP IN THE ACHING HEART OF YOU. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]