Maliki Silverhair
A man with silver hair past his shoulders stares you down. He questions you with his light blue eyes. He stands tall, too tall. Something is... Otherworldly about him.
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"The fuck do you think yer doin?" The voice came from behind Vexar. A man stood tall. His outfit was black, his face was hard to make in the night. It was obvious he was wearing a long cloak, it hid his face. Yet, silver hair seemed too pour out of the front. It almost glowed in the glint of moonlight. A pair of light blue eyes shimmered and looked down at Vexar.
Maliki Silverhair had been growing tired of his recent set of 'tasks'. Maliki sat tall on a bench off of the winding sidewalk through the park. The overcast sky allowed him to gaze upwards without much difficulty of glare.
"Tainted." He muttered. Maliki watched Molly aimlessly wander past him. He'd some odd dreams about this world recently. He was on to what his brother could have possibly done. This 'girl' seemed to spark some of these... Dreams. His faded blue eyes followed her movement closely.
"You're no longer as pure as my dreams envisioned." He spoke softly. His voice carried and faded through the gusts of wind. The cold chill in the air blowing from behind him, toward Molly.
Maliki Silverhair slowly took a stand. "I'm sure you've found ways around these... Techinicalities." He ran his right arm through hi s hair. He grew very bored of this particular task. The hunt, was wearing down on him.
Maliki Silverhair smiled as he looked down on her. "We knew eachother." Maliki took a stride forward. "And, technicalities. Well, they are rather boring to discuss love." His smile contorted into a wretched smirk as he took another step closer.
Maliki Silverhair cackled. "Kill you? Purify you?" He pulled an abrupt facepalm. His hair pouring over his fingers, an eye peeking behind his index and middle. "Love, once tainted, there is no purification. No sanctification. I'm only piecing together a puzzle..." He paused. "A shattered vase if you will." His hand fell to his side slowly. "And the glue never seems to bond."
"If I had all the pieces... I could answer that for you. But, they just keep slipping away." Maliki watched over her. "I cannot look into your past... Only tell that you've been tainted."
"Please love, all you need for something 'holy' is the extreme belief that it shall work." He took another step forward. "And you seem like one to be easily blinded."
"That taint?" He retorted in disgust. "It pours out of everything..." He sniffed the air. "It fills everything with its vile stench. I really don't like the smell... The sticky, tar, that pours through all." He watched her. "It doesn't need explaining. It needs cleansed." Maliki was now in front of her. Face to face. His long strides carrying him further than she could step back.
Maliki Silverhair laughed as she ran. "I've no intention of killing you." He looked up. "I just need my piece of the puzzle." He took a step forward, his body seemed to unmerge from a tree she was running toward. He stepped out of it, still looking up. "I don't want your life... Don't need it. Just you. My darkened puzzle piece."
Maliki Silverhair let his steps meld him with objects she ran by. It wasn't an illusion so much as it was him simply walking through the planes. Doing it for so long allowed him to be brutally accurate. He wanted to make sure the only way she couldn't see him was to close her eyes. Indeed, he was everywhere she looked.
Maliki Silverhair smirked. "You. Simple, no?" He watched her. "My puzzle piece. You seem to be a crucial part. Whenever I see you, things just... Seem to click."
Maliki Silverhair stopped in front of her time after time. "I don't give a damn. You are mine now. I'll not let my empire crumble over a lost piece of the puzzle. I'll put this together." He spoke loudly to her now, as if he were right next to her ear. "With you... perhaps the glue will bond."
Maliki Silverhair seemed to take the punch, but when he absorbed it it didn't feel quite right. His eyes opened wide at the contact. Something clicked in his mind. Something in the depths as her fist touched him and sank in abnormally far. And then... He wasn't there. No sign of him. Maliki was gone.