all these ch(o)ices >> sick & molting

[Malak]

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

[div style="margin: auto; max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; color: #000000; padding: 8px; font-family: Courier;"] Small scraps of flaky skin had been scattered around the territory, for unknown reasons, he had been collecting them. They interested him, who could have left these? Malak had seen them before, in lizards, but even then he hadn't seen so much in such a large size. The only possible creature to make this was the Kingpin, or their children. Their children, however, where still far too young to molt.

Malak had been planning on meeting with the Kingpin for quite some time now, their mood had shifted and the bird was worried something was wrong. Gathering a bag of lavender, Basil and Juniper berries with cloves. Fevers and Itching, just in case they were the one molting.

The bird, with the large bag in his feet, flapped his wings. His body lifting into the air, Malak uneeded feathers falling to the ground; he'd collect those later. The corvid found the lung dragon right where he had thought he would find them. Curled up around the tree, symbolic if anything. Landing with a loud thump to the ground, and letting out a little coo; announcing his arrival without actually saying anything. "Kingpin," he cawed. "Are- Are you alright? Can i help?"