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Usually, patrols at night left Malin in a better mood. It was dark enough for him to feel hidden, he was free to go and do as he pleased (for the most part), and it was simply a time he felt alive.
Only, the events of the day soured any sort of good feeling he would usually have with his nocturnal prowl.
The event that Père walked in while he was with Marinette, forcing them to actually study, with Nathalie there to supervise and just sucking away any sort of enjoyment he would have usually.
And of course Père sent Marinette home the instant they were done, since that was all today was "supposed to be". Just a study date. With no actual date to it.
Just boring studying.
How agitating.
The only hope for his mood was the fact that he could visit Marinette after his patrol, and resume where they left off.
His tail gave an excited twitch at the prospect.
He was eager to taste the peach warm skin beneath his tongue, inhale the familiar and comforting smell of lavender, cookies, and flour. His patrol could not end soon enou-
Malin jerked to a stop, tense, ears up and swerving about. He heard the rustle of near feathers, feathers that didn't sound like his Bluebird. These rustles sounded larger, more agitated.
Narrowing his green eyes, he looked about, freezing when he caught sight of white in the distance.
He locked his gaze on the figure, watching them crouch down, peering down at him.
He peered back, tense and ready.
The figure jumped up, large white wings spreading behind them, and dove towards him, arcing down to a stop.
Malin tensed at the pale figure, his blood going cold.
He first thought this was an akuma.
What else could have feathers and be out tonight?
Only, akumas didn't wear a gleaming blue peacock jewel on their chest, a peacock jewel that should be with his Bluebird.
Malin snarls savagely, ears falling flat, tail hiking up. "Who are you?! Why do you have that?"
The white peacock just stared down at him coolly, unbothered with the fox's snarl.
"Why do yo have that?!" Malin growled out, jabbing the flute in the peacock's direction.
Calmly, and irking Malin all the more, the peacock declared, "I have it because it's mine."
"No it isn't! That, that belongs to Belle Bleu-"
"Belle Bleue stole it from me, Adrien."
Malin stiffens, eyes wide as he stared at the peacock. How did... how did he...
"And you, you will give up that miraculous. These things have caused enough trouble. I will not have you running around either-"
"Who are you?" Malin snarled, pupils narrowing into enraged slits.
The peacock considers him, before giving a courteous bow. "Pavone Bianco, the true owner of the peacock miraculous. Not that girl."
Malin growls, diving at the peacock, swinging his weapon blindly at him. Pavone easily dodges and dances around the fox; stopping Malin to a stand still when his gloves, no, talons grabbed the weapon. Cold blue eyes, bright against the black bird-like mask, locked onto the swinging fox tail around Malin's neck. Pavone reached for it. Malin blew into his flute, creating the illusion of a snake, diving down on the ivory peacock.
Pavone simply swatted it, shattering it into orange smoke. "Did you forget that peacocks can't be lied too?" he asks, raising a brow to the stiff fox.
Malin kicks out, diving away and gripping his flute tightly, heart pounding as he scrambled back, putting distance between him and the bird.
Pavone Bianco trails him slowly, his peacock tail fanning out, flaring blood red eyes onto the fox. "You will give it up," Pavone declared.
"No," Malin utters, quivering under those stares.
"You will give it up," Pavone repeats sharply, talons reaching for the fox.
Malin felt his miraculous spark, angry magic fluttering from it. Baring his teeth, Malin summons, "Dirge."
The wind picked up, diving down into his flute as it flared with orange energy. Giving it a large wave, orange smoke flared out, shaping into large, horrific, dripping snakes and skulls that twirled and dived around Pavone.
The peacock stumbled back, alarmed as the furious monsters snapped and hissed around him, pushing him farther and farther away from the fox.
One fox skull dove down to him, jaws open wide to swallow him whole.
"Gust!" Pavone cried.
The frightening illusion broke, leaving Pavone on an empty roof, alone.
The fox had slipped away.
The transformation dropped just as Malin settled in an alley, hiding in the darkest shadow he could find.
Vixx flew out with a snarl, violet eyes shining in rage, little fangs bared. "How dare he," she whispers harshly, ears flat on her head, tail twisting about. "How dare he!"
Adrien didn't answer, pulling out his cell, calling Marinette. He fretted when it went to voicemail. Trying again, he demanded the pacing fox, "Who was that?" Why did he have Marinette's miraculous?!
What did he mean he was the true owner of it?
With an angry yip, Vixx said, "Pavone Bianco, the White Peacock. He was Juuno's previous user, before Marinette. He made the greatest betrayal, he trapped Juuno in his miraculous and locked him away! He didn't bring Juuno back! And now he dares trap him again!" With the most frightening snarl Adrien ever heard, Vixx uttered, "I'll curse him! Nightmares and hauntings for the rest of his life!"
"Vixx," Adrien stresses, drawing back to glare at his cell. "I can't get a hold of Marinette!"
Vixx pauses, turning down to glance at her Kit. She drew near, resting her paws on his cheek. "She's fine," Vixx reassured, "Pavone Bianco may be a, a..." she finished it with a snarl, "but, but he wouldn't hurt anyone."
Adrien took a shaky breath. "So she is ok?" he asked.
"She should be," Vixx said. "We'll check on her, don't fret Kit." Turning, she glared out, ears still flat on her head. "We'll get him back," she declared, "we're going to get him back."
Pavone Bianco wasn't going to lock Juuno up again.
Not with Vixx now out on the prowl.
Dirge is the special move I thought for the fox. It creates the most realistic illusion ever, one that makes the most frightening nightmares come to life that will swirl around it's prey. If not broken, it'll scare and stun the prey for five whole minutes.