#malichi

TFW you and your friend have unicorn characters who have similar backstories and personal tragedies. But one chose to be whimsical and Happy and the other one wakes up every day and actively chooses violence against everyone he meets.

Oh gosh, OK here we go!

The first look at Tyr and Brennan against Allison and Remy (follow up to be written)

Prank Wars with Tyr and Brennan (not whump, just slice of life fun)

These two stories feature Malichi taking care of Tyr (with appearances from Kai)

Manhandling with Tyr

First Meeting of Trevor and Algamoth

Captured (Trevor and Algamoth)

Western AU musings with Kaipo and Promise

First Introduction of Michael

A bit of Teaser art for my next Lineless comic that is just a few pages away from being done. This one is going to be about Unicorns; specifically one named Malichi.

You're in luck.

I am TRYING to get back into finishing a COMIC about him! The file name itself is 'Malichi the last unicorn' I did art of him before when he was a little child. It was. VERY cute.

It's about a unicorn in human captivity and deals with themes like neglect, being made a 'maytr' for the 'greater good' and a sort of strong reference to the story 'The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas' which is a very interesting story to read, no spoilers.

I only have a few more pages before it's finished but I'm having trouble finding my ZESTIES for art stuff lately (I blame pre graduation stress), I think I'm getting back into my regular groove.

"Hey, hey, I got you," Malichi said, tightening his grip on Tyr's torso. The shorter man slumped against him, his breath hitching in his throat as he pressed a hand against the bullet hole in his side. "The helicopter is here, do you think you can walk with me to it so we can get out of here?"

Tyr nodded with quick jerks of his head, his lips pinched tight as though he didn't trust himself not to cry out instead if he tried to open his mouth to say anything. Malichi carefully slung Tyr's arm across his shoulders, holding his wrist tightly in one hand and his other hand firmly under Tyr's armpit. Tyr groaned at the movement, but kept his free hand pressed tight to the wound. 

"Ok, let's go man, let's get you out of here," Malichi said, telling himself it was encouragement to Tyr, but it was just as much to hype himself up. He knew the gunmen were gone, they weren't in further imminent danger, but he could tell Tyr was fading fast and he didn't have anything to even improvise first aid with outside of a torn up t-shirt.

He kicked the door open, the rickety old thing flying off rusted hinges and immediately coughed in the swirling dust outside. The small helicopter settled in the sandy area just outside the small cabin they had been hiding in and Kaipo jumped out of the pilot seat, leaving the engine running and the rotors slowly rotating above them. She gave the two of them a once over and grimaced, "looks like you guys have seen some shit today, huh?"

Malichi pressed his lips into a grim smile and raised his eyebrows at her, nervously glancing at Tyr. His head was tilted forward, his chin resting against his chest with his eyes closed. Malichi realized with horror that Tyr had gone limp in his arms without him even noticing, the hand on the wound hanging at his side leaving the blood to flow freely. 

"Tyr!" He yelled over the roar of the engine, letting go of the injured man's wrist to hold up his head and tap gently on his cheek. "Come on man, stay with me!"

He had to hurry, there was no point in trying to rouse him in the middle of nowhere, so he scooped his arm under Tyr's legs and bolted for the chopper with him hugged close to his chest. 

"Let's go!" He yelled at Kaipo, dropping Tyr in a pile on the floor of the helicopter long enough to scramble in and drag him into a better position. Kaipo slammed the side door behind them and hopped into the pilots seat, furiously tapping the white box fixed to the back of the co-pilots seat to remind Malichi where the first aid kit was as she slipped her headset over her ears. 

Malichi pulled it down with fumbling hands, just about spilling the contents across the floor in his hurry. He managed to snap on a pair of gloves and then grabbed some gauze to press to the wound with one hand, reaching to feel for a pulse and breathing as he caught his own breath. 

"Do you need anything?" Kai asked as she pulled the powder blue blanket up to Tyr's chest, careful to avoid the wires and oxygen line. She looked to Malichi for an answer. Tyr was in no condition to give her an answer right now and both of them knew it.

Malichi shook his head, never taking his eyes off the slow rise and fall of Tyr's chest. He didn't look up as she brushed her hand over his shoulder on the way out of the room and closed the door softly behind her.

The past 5 hours were finally catching up to him, the weight of exhaustion falling on his shoulders and making him crumple into the chair. He pulled his feet up onto the edge of the chair and hugged his knees. He felt hollow, numb, terrifyingly empty.

In his mind the quiet beeping of the heart monitor turned into the screaming of the klaxon that blared through the base, a call for all hands as Malichi charged down the hallway to meet Brennan, Tyr was draped in their arms, gasping for air. Asides from the unconscious spasming for breath, he was so still and his clothes were so red that Malichi couldn't figure out where all he was injured at first look.

The image of that moment was so clear, the sounds so loud, Malichi felt like he was right back there again. Everything since then had been such a blur and to be honest, he wasn't sure how much of it he would want to remember. He scrubbed at his arms with short nails, using the scratching sensation to bring his mind back to the present.

The numbness was stifling, it felt so awful and he needed to feel something. He focused on Tyr’s face, studying how his forehead creased even while unconscious, that ever present scowl that Malichi found so enduring.

He almost lost him today. Tyr’s life had literally been in his hands less than an hour ago and now all he could is wait and see if Tyr could fight his way back.Tyr was made to fight, he fought everything that stood in his way and Malichi didn’t doubt that he would fight this too.

The dam inside him finally broke and everything welled up, crashing into him like a punch to the chest and the tears poured. He lunged forward and grabbed Tyr’s hand with both of his, grasping so tightly.