Snippet #2427042

"A new day. A new hour. A new move to make." Malachi Gabra thought as he walked along in the village of Poyo. The village display didn't matter to him all that much. They all have the same dangers, though it always seems more populated villages have more of a chance of being attacked. This could all just be Malachi's paranoia, but he felt like something big and bad was going to happen. And the worst part of all, he didn't think it fit to wear his eye coverings. He had no use for it at the moment, as long as he wasn't bothered that is.

Almost as fast as a snap, bells were ringing and people were panicking and gathering in the village center. Malachi, of course, chose to stay in the back, as far back as he possible could. Drawing his eye coverings out of his pocket, he lifted it up over his eyes, pulling the strings back to wrap around his horns to insure it not fall off. These covers gave everything a slight red tint, but not as red as it was sure to become. And almost as soon as he lifted his head to look back to the stage, all went to hell. Tengu all around, brutally slaughtering off all who get in their way, and with horrid opera masks of all kinds over their faces. Malachi remembers hearing stories of how peaceful and spiritual the race used to be, but how can anyone be sure.

Instincts taking over, Malachi ran into the closest building. No, he wasn't going off to hide. He climbed to the top to the building, out a window, and onto a roof. He thanked his goat-beast-man roots for being able to climb with as little as an edge. Once atop the roof, Malachi was put in a state of trance, as he always would when needing to defend himself. He looked to the sky, Tengu flying around like vultures waiting for a pray. That's when he locked onto one. He watched it's pattern of flight before sending one arrow after the other. Shooting up to 6 of his twenty arrows before five of such hit the Tengu. Then Malachi turned and scurried back into the building before running out the back.

It was fate that Malachi was captured by a Tengu who had seen him scurry back into the building. There was no way he could have possibly avoided it. It was inevitable. Essential. And the Tengu grabbed poor Malachi by the head and tossed him up in the air, catching him by the foot. Malachi didn't let out as much of a whimper. "If we don't got us a goat, I don't know what we got." The Tengu said, and Malachi stayed quiet. After an odd stare from the Tengu, Malachi spoke. "Why do something where many people will be slaughtered? Could it have not been as easy to send in a spy to kill the Emperor if that is what you wanted? The horrid death of the Emperor on his old birthday?"

Yet another odd stare was the reply, that was before he decided to answer. "Not everyone here is innocent..." The Tengu was cut off by Malachi. "I did not mention that anyone was innocent. No one is ever innocent. If they plead that they must be innocent, it is a solid lie, proving evermore that they are not innocent." This started a back and forth thing between the winged-beast and the philosopher-goat. "Why are you wearing a mask over your eyes?" "Why not? Is there any law that forbids of the wearing of eye coverings? And, on the contra, I could ask the same thing of you for wearing a theatrical mask along with the rest of your counterparts. Now, if you'd be so kind to put me back on the ground, I'd bid you ado."

Well, the Tengu dropped Malachi on his head, allowing his blonde hair to get stained with not only the mud and dust of the ground but also the red blood that protruded from his head. And Malachi scurried away, not believing what he had just done. He just plan out confused the guy in a way that the guy just didn't want to be bothered with him anymore. As he was running, Malachi tripped over something big and hard on the ground and fell flat on his face. He was too in a hurry to curse at himself though, and just got straight back up and kept running off, hopping along in a way that showed his rabbit side of him.