Absko sat down and surveyed the area. There was not much this place offered other than mobs of meerkat under the ground. Those things could never satisfy his hunger, even if he'd just hunt for sport - it was simply a waste of his time.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a beige figure and he locked eyes with the being. It was Malka. Great. He stared at his former friend, feeling nothing but irritation when he came across him. It had been a while since they've last spoken, and Malka had always been open about judging Absko's past actions, which created a drift between them ever since.
Absko has changed for the worse. Malka has only gotten better. They make their own decisions. Some they don't really agree upon.
"My, my. Look what we have here. Looking a little rough there, bud. Life hasn't been treating you well, huh?" Malka questioned, his lips slithering into a provoking smirk.
Absko's stare hardened. "I have nothing to say to you, Malka," he spat, whipping his tail as he proceeded to sweep his gaze around to look at something else.
Malka let out a quick breath of air. "It's never too late to turn around and head back to the Eastlands, my friend," he replied lightly, already feeling the other male's temper rising.
"Haven't you heard? I've been sent away by my own dad," responded the rogue, his tone becoming more aloof.
Scoffing boredly, he ran his eyes across the area, mirroring Absko's actions. "Of course. Maybe your parents should have sent you away sooner once your future was foretold... then your brother might have become next in line and all's well," Malka dared to say. "Now look at all this time wasted."
A deep snarl escaped the darker male's throat, his eyes returning back to him. "Careful, you little brat. You know not to stray there."
Suddenly, Malka's smile faded and he exchanged the same demeanor. Maybe it was too soon to rekindle past friendships. This one was surely far gone.
Background, Malka © Disney
Rendering, Absko © Me