It was strange how they've known each other since diapers, as young toddlers & are now planning an upcoming wedding. The Jock & The Prep. Swim Captain & Noble Blooded. Italian/Roman and Egypt lineages. The New Boy Version, Cleopatra. He didn't fail...
The laughter of early summer. Of lions, cheetahs, tigers, and leopards prance around in both stealth and stroll.
In the middle of a figure could be seen dosing on a red leather chaise that unnaturally happened to be there. His silver-white hair and eyebrows splayed in contrast to his dark mocha skin. One wouldn't have ever guessed his biological age to be close to that of 2 millennia, a being unlike any other.
The cats prowled along their way, seemingly unaware or uncaring of the beauty. Acting unknowingly as both a barrier and guard of the being.
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Mysterious, ethereal, an enigma, or celestial. You can dig through the shelves of books to describe him but it would be in vain, for he is, as some could put it, indescribable. His slumber was interrupted by the snap of a twig and all the exotic cats gathered around on various surfaces raised their heads in interest in a uniformed motion. A figure broke through the shadow of hanging willow leaves. He stepped forward cautiously into the sunlit clearing, his gaze going back and forth on the various feline creatures spread out the grass. It was then that he now took notice of another alert being. Silver-streaked hair peered back in interest, legs spread horizontally in an almost lazy motion. No one spoke for a while. The duo just stared at one another. The stranger took notice of the amber eyes that showed golden in the high noon sun.
"Who are you, are you perhaps lost?" The soft voice broke through the serene silence. It sounded both young and old in a dialect that was briskly foreign to the man.
"Uh- I- yes. Yes, I'm lost, the trail that led north of here was covered by mud because of the recent rain you see. Sorry if I disturbed your slumber." The raven-haired man replied. It was then that amber eyes grinned, amusement shown through. A sense of a predator playing with its prey came over the raven-haired man. "Well then, if you stumbled upon here it must mean you're roughly 2 miles away from your trail, just following the sun west and you should come across a river bridge. From there the trail begins again. Oh, and may I ask, are you Italian, your accent you see. . ." "Yes! You would be right to assume so, I'm far off from home you could imagine." the Italian grinned abashedly. A sudden laugh sprang from the ethereal being, deep and crystal. "Yes it would seem so, I should introduce myself, some call me Niyako, but just Ko for short. As for you sir?" Ko raised his brow in interest. "Brain- I mean Brian, yes Brian." But it came out more of a question than a statement. "I don't know, you tell me, that's your name is it not?" Ko grinned to show he meant no malice behind the words. The newly introduced stranger just blushed and looked down, coming face to face with the snout of a white tiger. He leaped back in shock, having forgotten of the surrounded felines that sprawled across the clearing. Kol barked out a burst of laughter both raw and deep, "Sorry about that, Heavens hasn't yet learned the meaning of personal space it seems, my apologies if she frightened you. She means no harm I assure you, . . . Brian." He smirked down from the chaise on the boulder in amusement, the Italian's only response being to blush even more. "Oh dear, it seems he's lost his voice, such a pit-"
"You have a thing for teasing people it seems." "Yes, I do." Ko raised his left brow in both mischief and challenge. "Hmph, well, I ask you to help me as a guide on the path. Seems you have nothing better to do." Brian huffed. Ko only grinned more, ironically like that of a Cheshire cat. "Of course sir, it would be my pleasure to help the lost and wary." Jumping down gracefully from the chaise that sat on the boulder he strutted to the man. Adorned on him a tunic, two simple gold brass bracelets that sat evenly on both forearms and golden head chains resting on his white afro.—
