i'll throw away my faith
just to keep you safe
She had been dead at birth, her first body refusing to breath, refusing to pump blood throughout her body. But unlike her body Malika's soul refused to go on, having never felt the sun on her back, never having felt the joy of hanging out with friends, so it persisted. The small fem opened her eyes in a new body, one much smaller than the cheetah she should have been born in. The body was young, and within seconds large butterfly wings sprouted from her back and a curving horn sprouted from her head. Mal whimpered a bit from the pain before looking over herself, it was pretty similar to her birth body. the fem stretched out and began her journey to find one of her parents.
Malaika couldn't find Aracnophobia, so she moved onto looking for her father. as such she was at Hawkclan's border, her dark eyes sweeping the area. Gods she hoped sh would find something. Her wings fluttered softly as she took a deep breath.
"Hello? I'm looking for someone Named Hestia." She called out