Nora
Dressed to go out exploring, Mal wore a knee-length dark leather brown jacket with a fur trimmed hood, a gray T-shirt, plain blue jeans and leather boots. His dark hair was tied back into a small ponytail and wore a baseball cap. He climbed out from his window before shutting it as he sneaked off from the school premise. 

As time skips, the boy timidly passes by the strangers on the sidewalk looking ever so frail and thin. He really wanted to go out to explore, to get a grasp of the area for him to feel some sort of comfort. Right now, he is just curious to where he could find a cemetery in hopes of finding a place to feel somewhat at home. 

His stomach growled as it chewed itself from the inside, making him wince, but ignored it. It felt all too surreal for him to go out on his own way to leave without asking for permission. It felt frightening. Near the pizza restaurant, he could smell the delicious aroma that is making his mouth water so much. When did he ever eat anything so good? Months? Years? As old habits go, he strays out in the back alley to start picking through garbage to find food.

Malus stopped himself as he remembered that his life is much different now. He shouldn't be having to scavenge like back at home. He did find a scrunkle up box with a few slices of cold pizza sitting in it.
James
Vizhkir had done little exploration himself. He had been out into the town before, but had never really spent any time looking around the area. And so it was with a want to explore he threw on a pair of cargo pants and a black t-shirt and made his way there. He window shopped for a while, listening in on strangers conversations and checking out the surrounding areas. He shortly found himself overwhelmed; however, and wanting a smoke. 

He pulled one out of his pack, which was running dangerously low, and sparked his lighter. It took a few moments before the cigarette lit. He never felt comfortable smoking in plain view and so he ducked down a random alley way. 

He smelled something that caused his stomach to growl aggressively, causing his face to light up red. He took a pull from cigarette, slowly looking around the shaded area. It was here he spotted another boy, rummaging through the dumpsters, and he decided to watch. He wasn't trying to hid himself, too engrained in watching the other boy.
Nora
Just as his bony, pale hand was about to pick up the slice of pizza from the box, a dark furry creature crawled over the slice. It was nibbling on the crust with its grubby paws while ignoring the starving boy. Mal's pale gray eyes turn to slits as he stared at it like a predator. ||Without thinking, his hand snatched the poor animal that let out a shriek as it squirmed in his hand. Its body began to shrink and shrivel before letting out its last breath when its life got drained. It made him feel slightly better but it didn't get rid of the gnawing pain in his stomach. He tosses the rat aside in disgust, wiping his hand on the side of his pants before he begins rummaging in another trash can to find... Other food.||
James
Vizhkir watched closely as the boy looked at the rat. He had never seen this boy before, and so it was to his surprise that he watched him consume? Absorbe? Kill? The rat. He wasn't totally sure what had happened, but at that point he felt he should speak up. 

Pushing himself off the wall he was leaning on he took a few steps forward, making damn well and sure he left a good 2 of his steps between the two of them. Clearing his throat, he spoke in a soft voice, "You know, you really shouldn't do," He gestured to the dead rat on the ground, "That in public." 

He took a pull on his cigarette, feeling his wings bristle under his back flesh, ready to burst out and carry him away if things got hairy.
Nora
Digging further into the trash he discovered some food that the restaurant tossed out. Slices of pineapple, outdated packs of sausages, some hardened garlic bread and moldy cheese still in saran wrap.He wasn't paying attention to the surrounding, certain no one was watching, he was just too hungry to notice Viz was watching him.

As soon as he heard a deep voice, Malus turned on his heel to stare up at the towering male figure with wide eyes. It took him seconds to size this target to realize he may not have a chance to take him on. Maybe he did but he doesn't want to soak this person's life force. Staring at him now, this guy looks healthy and full of life that was making him hungrier. Other than feeling famished, there was fear to remind him that he could probably get his assed kicked or perhaps murdered. He never saw this grown ass man. And no, he has no idea that this stranger is from Newton Cradle.

Without thinking, his legs just bring him to run away in a burst of adrenaline that was taking him away from the stranger. Not meaning to knock over the trash and cause him to stumble as he tries to make his escape.
James
Viz felt bad for spooking the poor boy, but only for a moment. That moment was shortly overshadowed by his wings springing out of his back. The two large, onyx, bat-shaped appendages shot out of his back and flapped wildly. 

"Черт возьми, иди нахуй, черт возьми, крылья." He whisper-yelled. He attempted to maintain a level of quietness so that they didn't get discovered. His wings flexed, trying their best to fully extend; however, they kept hitting the walls with dull thuds. For a brief period of time Malus would've been cast in a shadow as Vizhkir's wings blocked the sun.
Nora
From behind him, he could hear weird sounds like appendages stretching out, but he wasn't sure what it was because he didn't look back. His legs are working on their own trying to take him away from the potential threat. Hammering inside his chest was his heart pumping hard, his skin felt clammy from a cold sweat from him running in panic. Silent screams from a boy who can't really vocalize how he really felt, he did not dare make much sound. Inside his throat it burned worse than his lungs. When he dared a glance over his shoulder, he grimaced at the sight behind him. All he could see was a large shadow casting over him that looked like a bat-human looking thing. Quickly fishing out his cellphone, he is sending Pernlla a hasty text as he spun around the corner to try to lose the thing. It is a quick, messy text of panic stating,"PRN, HELP! MONSTE-CHASEKLAJSDHELP!" It was difficult to text an emergency text with shaky hands while running. 

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Malus coughed. Then let out a rattling wheeze that sounds similar to a person dying. And he let out another cough. His asthma and his throat condition was making it difficult for him to breathe. As he pockets his phone to nimbly fish out his inhaler, Malus felt both his legs come to a halt. Then the momentum was shifted for him to fall forward to only realize he is sinking into the shadow. The inhaler fell from his hand to topple a few feet. Now desperately trying to keep afloat, he flailed, emerging upward gasping. Still trying to gain grounding as he tried moving forward, trying to keep out of the shadow. It all felt like moving in watery syrup before he finally sank into the dark abyss.

Now floating in the darkness to see faint light ahead, Malus could see his own hands trying to reach out for it. His entire body felt different in a way that he couldn't recognize it. Instead of having normal hands, they are little nubs that look like small paws? Now panicking more, he swam up to emerge from the darkness to finally see the world that looked so much bigger. 

Using all his strength to try to escape, he manages to get out of Viz's shadow to stumble out flailing and helpless, toppling over squirming. Coughing and wheezing, still trying to breathe.
James
Viz fought with his wings, trying so very hard to get them to fold back into his back, but at the moment he could only get them to lay flat on his back. 

Sighing he brushed himself off, having yet to see the little squishy dude. He chuckled and shook his head, "Sorry they have a mind of thei- WHAT THE FUCK"

Viz has a girly scream, and this fear of dwarves. And so when he saw something dwarf sized and really, really close to him he screamed. And his armor started to sprout. Viz fell plum to his ass, staring in absolute fear. 

The creature's coughing and wheezing made him stop for a second. Despite this being an alleyway, it was fairly clean. And so when the sun glinted off of a small metal canister with a plastic piece. Now Viz had little medical training, but he vaugly remember that that canister was something to help you breath. He kept himself low and left his hands in plain view. 

It didn't take him long to cross the gap and grab it, before holding it out. He didnt know how to use it, and he wasn't the keenest to learn right now.
Nora
The high pitch, girlish scream caused Mal to automatically cover his fiery, catlike ears above his head. It disorientates him a bit as he cringes from the sudden shriek. The coughing was making his throat burn inside, making it difficult to breathe as he stumbled on his stubby legs. The long, flame-like ghost tail swishes on its own, causing him to lose balance as he falls forward. Reaching a little nub out towards the inhaler, he flinches when he sees the giant figure move. He curls up into a quivering ball, closing his eyes, then opens one to see the weird man hold his inhaler close. 

It was a little more bigger than him, but Malus managed to pop the cap off before applying it to his mouth before pushing the tab. Inhaling the medicine, he practiced the breathing technique to help sooth the agitation. He was so tired after the mad dash, the lack of energy and having a near-asthma attack left him feeling groggy.
James
The creature was just... Laying there? He didn't look so threading now. Viz was still riding the adrenaline high from the panic just a few moments ago. He and never felt anything like it before, his teeth buzzed in his mouth, this throat and tounge felt dry. He felt a million miles away from where his eyes were. But slowly it started to drain away, his vision and teeth returning to normal operations. His armor, not truly out, started to flake off, falling to the ground in soft thuds. His wings decided they wanted to stay and play; and at this point the lack of adrenaline made him feel tired for the moment. He sat down opposite the creature, keeping his eyes above it. It was still tiny, and still scared him. Maybe that's why his wings wouldn't go away, at least they had decided to fold up agasint his back. 

"Can." He huffed, "Can you change back?" He asked. He didn't want to sound like a dick, but he still felt on edge with the tiny guy still so close. He was working on catching his own breath, it always took so much out of him to form that armor; and it was always an uncomfortable experience. At least he hadn't hulk smashed a wall, that was something he lacked the best reigns on as well.
Nora
Upon hearing the deep voice above him, it sounded a little dick-ish but Mal struggled to understand the tone behind it. His glowing pal eyes turn to stare up at the larger figure, clutching the inhaler close against his chest with his nubby hands. 

*"Change back...?"* Mal thought to himself, glancing down at himself to now realize he's this tiny thing. The first time he sunk into the shadows his grandfather pulled him out when he was unconscious. Ever since then, he was doing his best to try not sink into the shadows. Out of panic, he drops his inhaler to stare at his stubby limbs before him, flexing his small paws like hands. His little shoulders rise and fall as he is starting to hyperventilate in realization what happened to him.

Tears speck from the corner of his eyes. "...........!?" Without a word, he picked up his inhaler and fumbled with it in his arms. The humiliation and fear intertwined to make him feel sick to his stomach. Shamefully, he turns his face away shaking his head. Then begins to try run away wiping away the tears with the back of his arm, wobbling away with his ghostlike tail swishing behind him. With his shorter legs, he's not making much of a distance since he is not use to his new form yet.
James
Vizhkir stole a glance down at the small being, feeling more tension rise in his chest. He didn't hate small beings, no it was more of a primal fear. Rats, Mice and apparently Malus. But it was the clatter of the inhaler that truly drew the larger beings attention. He looked down, widening his eyes as he watched the small being fumble with it. His heart weighed heavier watching tears form in his eyes, and he knew that he had come off as brash. 

 But watching him try to run he knew he had to stop it. And so leaned forward and and reached out. He felt the skin of the other boy agasint his own, and felt himself being drained. He acted quickly however, pulling the small one back to him and fumbling with his cargo pocket until it was open. He placed Malus in there as gently as he physically could. He had developed tremors in his hands, the appendages shaking violently as he pulled his hand away. He felt more fatigued now than he had been in years. 

"Listen, Comrade I'm no happier than you about this but you've gotta stay there until you look normal again. сука блять" He said with an unsteady voice. He was panting and holding onto the wall for support. He breathed in and out slowly, trying to calm himself from the sudden fatigue.
Nora
Malus rattled in the older man's hand like he was being handled like a tiny rodent. He was hyperventilating more in panic, trying to climb desperately out of his hands. Squishing through the grip to only be captured and shoved inside the cargo pocket. Now placed there, Malus never felt so embarrassed to a point where he felt like he was a joey inside a kangaroo pouch. He squirm around to try get out but his freaking ghost tail is what kept him stuck. 

Now huddled inside the cargo pouch, Malus looks like a well-made plush doll shoved in the pocket like a new fad. A little pocket monster. Looking up with nubs gripping the rim of the fabric, now noticing the boi looking exhausted.

In a way, this was kind of his fault and felt bad for eating him. Speaking of eating, he felt a little better after consuming some of the stranger's life. Thinking a little clearer, he let out a small squeak that almost sounds similar to a cat. Still shaking, he felt helpless stuck inside the man's pocket.
James
Viz was on the very of freaking out again. The tall Russian's stomach twisted and turned as he felt the small creature squirm around in his pocket. He hated this. He didnt want to stick him there, but he also didn't want the poor guy to get hurt by running out into the road. 

He felt like shit. He felt awful for doing it, but it was the lesser of two bad options. He figured if he let the boy out þhat he would try and run again. And if he ran who knows who would've seen him. Viz didn't have the best knowledge of the inhabitants of the area, and he didn't know if they would try and hurt the other male. 

He sat down on the ground, crossing the leg that Malus was in over the other, the least he could do was to not crush him or trap him even further. At this point Viz was starting to recover, feeling his body slow down. His tremors lessened, but were still present. However now he felt hungry. And the smell from the pizza shop was making it worse. Viz had never eaten pizza before, he really had only ate what was offered in the canteen on the bases, which was basically enough calories packed into a questionablely edible slop. He had only ever really begun to try new foods since he arrived at the Cradle, and Pizza was one he had yet to try.
Nora
Mal couldn't help himself from pouting. He could feel the man shaking while he was trapped inside the pocket, holding the inhaler in his nubbly arms. 

All he could do is sit in the pouch bundled up looking annoyed. Then his eyes widen when the person decides to sit down cross legged. He flailed his arms in panic when he felt the fabric shift, causing him to feel nauseous as a blue streak made a line across his face. Mal suddenly went limp like he died. Limp as a ferret who had gone into a deep sleep. Except, he wasn't asleep. He just felt so gross after being moved around in the pocket when the man moved. His entire body reacted by turning itself into puddy. Legit a puddy of black slime with dizzy, glowing pale eyes. The man's tremors kept him queasy the entire time. Even when it was lessened, Mal just felt too pocketsick to move right now.

After a few minutes passed, he opened his mouth wide to reveal dark, shark-like teeth that began to tug on the fabric of the pocket in agitation.His fiery catlike ears pinned back as he shook his head, pulling a piece of the fabric off.
James
Viz was leaned agasint the wall, his wing had finally decided to retract back into him, something which would make a gross wet crunching sound. He yawned, stretching a bit as he sat there. 

He felt the solid mass in his pocket change into a less solid mass. Then he felt tugging, then there was a hole in his pocket. Swearing in Russian he opened the flap and peered in, strangely the pile of slime didn't scare him, even with eyes, ears and a mouth. He reached in and scooped Malus out, bringing him a up to his face. 

"Listen man, we need to have an understanding. You can't run off, not like this. You need to wait it out, and I'm gonna sit here and wait with you. I won't put you back into the pocket, but if you try and run again you'll back in. Nod if you agree." He said firmly.
Nora
As soon as the boy was pulled out from the fabric prison, his slime form didn't spill through the man's fingers. He was just a gelatin blob slightly wiggling in the palm of another person. His pale, glowing eyes were narrowing up at him. He was beginning to get a bit more grumpy than scared now. Malus was still starving but he could feel himself sapping a little bit of nutrients from the stranger.

A slit formed across Mal's face before it pulled apart to reveal rows of dark, needle-like teeth shining with translucent saliva. A distorted hiss could be heard from the boy in protest.
James
"Don't get pissy with me, I'll stick you back in the pocket" Vizhkir half threatened. He sat him down on the ground, looking down at him. Vizhkir had felt himself getting a bit more hungry as he held the creature, but accounted that to the fact he had skipped a snack between breakfast and lunch. 

Vizhkir watched the little blob that sat between his now crossed legs. He figured now was as good as anytime to light up a cigarette. Taking a long pull, he felt himself relax a bit more. He turned his head and blew the smoke the opposite way before turning back at watching the little creature.
Nora
*'I'll be pissy at you all I want!'* Mal thought, his mindful voice snapping at the older male. With much determination and a small boost of his agitation, his form begins to take on a more solid shape again. His feline ears pinned back while his long tail swished behind him. There was a lot going on that the boy didn't understand. It was an emotional rollercoaster. He stood there, staring up at the stranger trying to debate on what to do.

A bead of sweat slid down his temple when he realized that the best option is to try to wait it out. Now seeing that this weird person isn't really trying to hurt him. It was still a fright coming across another paranormal who looks like he could easily hurt him. 

His stomach painfully rumbled that made him double over, clutching his aching belly before he sat down. Of course, he does require solids since he is born with a stomach that requires food. There was a good amount of energy he drained that made him feel less groggy at least. As of now, he's just going to have to try and wait out his transformation until he is finally back to normal. It would take a good 20 minutes before he started to sink back into the abyss before rising up appearing as a boy. A tired, skinny malnourished boy with a nasty slash scar across his neck.
James
Vizhkir's mind wandered as he leaned back, puffing on his cigarette. He though of home. Here, at NC he was free to be his own man. Make his own mistakes and suffer the consequences of them. He wasn't a newcomer, he had been here a while actually, he just sealed himself away from the rest of the school. Up until this point he had refrained from getting to know anyone and had been just fine being left alone in his dorm room or sitting in the back of the class room and not interacting. He didn't talk to anyone in the gym, and he sure as he didn't speak to anyone on his runs. But now that he had carved out his spot and settled down he wanted to learn more about his surroundings and the people who lived there. 

He didn't want much, but one thing he wished more than ever since he had arrived was to have his father here to guide him. Valentine Dragovich, one of the meanest people Vizhkir has ever known, but his father was never mean to Viz. A tear escaped his half opened eyes as he thought of his dad. He missed him, and Viz was sure that Valentine was attempting to move the world to find him. 

As they sat there in silence Vizhkir stole a glance at the other boy, his eyes widening at the sight of the sickly look man in front of him. He opened his mouth as if he were going to speak, but quickly shut it. He thought for a moment before finally speaking, "I apologize for... That. I didn't want you to get hit by a car." 

The boy's appearance shocked him, he hadn't really gotten a good look at him before and now he felt even worse than he did about stuffing him in his pocket. He came up with a million different reasons as to why he looked the way he did, but he didn't dare voice them. The scar madr Viz's heart seize, he knew people with large ones like that didn't like to talk about them. He remembered back to when he was 8, playing with his Father in the snow when he asked how Val had lost his eye and where his big scar came from. Val had gotten silent, and more somber than Viz had ever seen him. It was an event that had stuck with him, and was the reason why he didn't ask about Malus' scar. 

"I feel like things got off on a wrong leg, no? I'm Vizhkir. You are?" He extended his hand out, offering it to shake.
Nora
Now sitting cross-legged a few feet from the older man, Malus had his arms folded in anticipation. He was slightly haunched with his shoulders stooping with his head in an almost bowing position. His thick, dark wavy hair was unruly and poured out from his fur trimmed hood like black ribbons. It didn't hide his furrowed brow and glassy pale gray eyes that stared irritably. He still retained a porcelain face with hollow cheeks that barely claimed his well-formed features. Across his neck the scar was at least an inch wide that spread in a rust-colored smile. When looking closely at it, there are old stitch scarring that could be seen where his neck was operated on.

To reply back to the man - no, Viz's response, Malus curled his spidery fingers as he stuck out his thumb to run it along the line of his scarred throat. He stared coldly at the man's hand, a feeling of wanting more of his life essence but his morals kept him on a leash. Shaking his head dismissively at the other's greeting, Malus pockets his inhaler before pulling out a notepad and pen.

Hastily writing in neat lettering it said,*"Just call me Mal, I'm Death's son. Please do not make contact with me, it's dangerous. What were you doing chasing me with those demon wings? I really thought that you were going to murder me in the alley."*

And he turns the notepad around for the other older male to read his neat writing.There was an itch in his throat that made him turn his head away to cough into the crook of his arm, still holding the notepad up with his other hand. There was a ragged wheeze that escaped Mal.
James
Vizhkir read the message a few times over, making sure he gathered all the important parts before talking again. He swept his own hair back onto his head, it had gotten long in the past few months. He managed to get all of it to sit, minus a few strands in the front which decided to dangle over his eye. His eyes traveled up for a second, looking at the sky before dropping back down to Malus. 

"I am not a demon. Нет, I am a dragon. And the reason my wings are out is because you scared the fuck out of me when you turned into that little thingy. They popped out cause I was unsteady. And I chased you because I didn't want you to get hit by a car, or seen. I am still unsure about the area, I don't know what they would do to you" 

By the end he was looking down at his hands, which he was aggressively rubbing together. His head craned back up, "You said touching you is dangerous. Is that why I started feeling weak?" He asked, his tone nutural. He wasn't angry, nor upset. He was curious as to how that works. He looked at Malus, eyebrow cocked slightly up in a questioning look.
Nora
Mal's pale gray eyes stared at Viz with a dull expression, watching patiently with an unsure look. It looks like the older man is contemplating which gave him some time to think. By judging by his sheer size, this guy looks like he is carved out of primitive concrete with a chiseled, hard face that spells "Army" Across it. There's no way a normal guy would look like this. He has to be from the army. Just as Mal was about to judge this man, his attention was disturbed by the word "Dragon" Which got him pushed a foot away from Viz.

And when the other question sprang up, it made his nose scrunch up like he just tasted something sour. To reason for that being asked, Malus knew better that he was the first to bring it up. Holding back his sarcasm, he did his best to try not to let any of it spill. So, he squeezes the pen as he writes on the notepad to respond.

*"Just don't touch me."* And there is an unhappy smiley emoji drawn beside the sentence. Mal held the notepad up for Viz to read while he used his free hand to point at the message. He let out a muffled grunt as he lifted himself up onto his feet, now standing over the other. Pulling his sleeves over his pale hands, Malus turns to cough into his elbow away from Viz. He wobbled a little where he stood,feeling light headed after the coughing dwindled. Now writing another message, he turns the notepad around to show it to Viz.

*"Thanks for... Whatever that was. You should catch up to your friends they must be worried about you."*
James
Vizhkir watched the other boy scoot away with intrest. He cocked his head as he watched the boy's facial expression change. That puckered, grossed out looking face confused him, until he read the message. He simply nodded.

He watched as the boy wobbled when he stood, before reading the new message written down. He stood up himself, dusting off his pants. "I came here alone. I do not have freinds" He said, once again towering over Malus.
Nora
In a way, Mal sort of regretted being a slight brat when his eyes followed Viz rising to his feet. The man did look huge when he was in his peepsqueak form. Now that he is looking at him in his more normal shape, Mal can see that no matter what this man is still going to be massive. It was always going to be a losing situation for him since he wasn't in his top shape. Luckily, so far what he can tell is that Viz isn't out to get him.

*"No friends, huh? Well, ain't that just too bad...?"* Mal thought, now wondering how this pitbull doesn't have friends. Well, to be fair, he doesn't have any except very few that he had left behind. From knowing this fact that this man has nobody, it wouldn't make him jump at the opportunity to make friends. This was something that he would prefer to let things happen naturally.

With a sigh, Mal writes on the notebook,*"Are you from Newton Cradle? How old are you?"* At this point, he didn't care if he came off forward. Then he pauses in his writing as if trying to remember something. *"If so, I think you should go visit the infirmary after making contact with me. You might have lost a bit of essence and nutrients. Eating and getting plenty of rest should help replenish yourself."* This was coming from a kid who looked closer to death compared to Viz.