you can hardly breathe ● malak

MALAK

✯ — Run along now, don't be glum. Get you gone, now, have some fun

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Malak, shuffling through names and faces of Alithians to throw into the desert to find him the silver beetles, paced within his hollow and adjusted the objects within it. The giant oak tree that he called home grew a long way's away from the border of Alithis, but Malak didn't mind the flight. His hollow had been home to many birds before him. Owls, Crows, Woodpeckers, Squirrels, and even a Raccoon. The corvids tree wasn't hard to spot not just because of its size, but because Malak had sun-bleached corals, bright blue feathers, odd stones, shells of the sea and snail shells, and a small white antler strung up with black thread.

The thump thump thumping of footsteps and the low rumble of deep breathing made the raven poke his head out of the hollow entrance. "Kingpen?" the bird called out as his brown eyes landed in the jaguar. "Is that you? What are you doing this far out from the border!"

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✯ — Male. Alithis Evengis. Practitioner. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.