01-15-2020, 06:46 PM
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Maali
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The swan's reaction times were, admittedly, not the best. Especially considering his current exhaustion. It was in the middle of a long drink that he'd heard the snap of twigs, leading him to slowly drag his head up, look in its direction, still taking heavy breaths. He was... not nearly so fast as he should of been. Come on, Maali - step up your game. It'd be ironic if you died, wouldn't it? He wasn't sure what'd even happen. Stared at the approaching feline(?) with electric blue eyes - oddly bright, despite his tire, almost as if they glowed in the evening shade. An odd thing that spoke to him, equipped with vibrantly green horns and... wings?
The swan had seen cats before - small pets of the humans, often lean and cocky. They had liked to disturb his siblings, prompting his mother into scaring them off. At least, whenever she noticed them. Something in the back of the swan's mind prickled at seeing it, but he'd been too large to be threatened by cats for some time. Aside from that, this one seemed too young - he wasn't so good at at aging mammals , with their absence of baby-down, but this one was awfully small, and the wings on its back, battish, seemed far to small to carry its similarly small body. The subject of wings and horns on a cat, at this point, had slid past his notice - he was far too tired to attempt making sense of it.
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He was saying something. Shape up, Maali. What had everyone told you, ever since your hatching? Be watchful. If they'd given any advice to follow, that'd been it. Don't die, don't be injured, even he wasn't completely sure the former could happen to someone like him. Mustered up a slight, wavering grin, as the child talked - he was sure they were young, now - despite worry and exhaustion painted across the rest of his face. Spoke, naturally melodic.
"I am okay, yes - Just tired. I will likely be fine, after a rest. I am not so sure your mum would appreciate me coming to your home." He was about to continue with a line about how humans generally did not appreciate swans, when his eyes were drawn to the growth behind Roan. Crocodiles. His eyes widened as he took a sharp breath in, about to call something out to the kid before he was snapped up, raising white-edged wings outwards - already? Normally it took longer. He shouldn't be here-
When another feline pranced down the back of one, with no fear of the jaws of death below. Spoke sternly, worry written over her face, what he could only assume to the Child's full name. Talked firmly, words he could far from recognize, sharp. Softened her words as her gaze fell onto the swan, delivering gentle concern. As if he was hurt. Maali still stared down at the crocodiles as he responded, waiting for the inevitable.
"I am fine, Madam, Sir, it has simply been a long flight. Am I intruding?" Truthfully, the swan didn't know what he'd do if they denied his presence - he wasn't sure he could much fly, but it was only polite to ask - for your sake, as well, especially as more felines swarmed the scene. He was fine. He wouldn't be hurt. He was too large - and they were all asking whether he was alright. It was fine.