echoing lands // private, Malak

[Malak]

[div style="background: #2F4F4F; padding: 8px; ext-align: justify; color: #D3CECB; padding: 8px; font-family: Courier;"]Malak - Male - Raven - [member=10179]Malak[/member]

[div style="margin: auto; max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; color: #000000; padding: 8px; font-family: Courier;"] Malak had been perched in a fir tree, it was a bit too cold for him today and the fir from the branches of the tree provided just enough warmth for him to sit comfortably through his nap. Small foot steps and a giggle was enough to force his eyes open. Malak stretched his wings out before he flung himself into the air, with a subtle coo he flapped his black wings.

The corvid cawed, the silent air making it much louder than it was. He looked down at the moving figure, it was small but it moved quite fast. The bird folded his wings in; dropped a little and was a tad bit closer to the figure. He got a good view of whom it was. The Prince! He fluttered down to the small boy whom was sitting by one of many small puddles. "Little Prince, Little Prince what are you doing," he cooed. "Shouldn't you be with your parents?"

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