[Between FireHeart and I]
[So it's not the very best, but I really wanted to get this started.]
Regalis Validus D?©cor Vox
[So it's not the very best, but I really wanted to get this started.]
Regalis Validus D?©cor Vox
He didn't know exactly why he was here. What was the point of it? Honestly?
The young man lowered his glass, half slamming it onto the wooden table. So maybe he was more into his teens, none the less. This was all so unusual. He never came to a cafe for no reason. He never traveled this far for no reason, save the time in his puphood when he'd snook out with a group from the house into the desert. Okay, another lie. He went out often enough, it wasn't in his blood to sit about. But he always held some reason for leaving, no matter how insignificant. It wasn't like that today, though. In fact, he should probably have been home.
The eyes of the few other guests would move toward him only to divert soon. They didn't want to be found out, you see. Of course,he could never escape certain stares. That was in his blood. The females gawked at him and would whisper to their friends if they had them or giggle under their breaths. Any male with a female looked at him in spite. It wasn't his fault to get such reactions.
Validus' ears flicked once in awhile, as did his two tails, annoyed. When his ears moved, the tuffs of his soft black hair would a bit as well. It may have been cut shorter then his father, fairly well known he was, but it retained the volume and wonderful health. If the females weren't so busying gawking, they'd probably be envious of it. His clothing was nothing too big, yet it was fashion sense was flawless and still looked to cost a good penny. Black more dress style jeans with a shirt a certain shade of blue, much like the early night sky and a black coat with cuffs and all. It fit to his handsome, thinner yet still masculine form quite well. In fact, it seemed to really work of him. Oh! Was it mentioned, the thick chain he'd placed around his neck? This was his version of his father's collar, given to him when he was younger. A lot of his life dealt with that, stories to be told from a younger age.
At the moment, he'd taken to staring at complete random. He'd pretty much zoned out with his head propped into his hand, which was supported because he had his elbow propped up onto the table. He'd tried to sit in a corner of the cafe, so as to avoid stares and all. There was only a single chair across from him that was empty. He didn't expect anyone to dare to take it and try to join him. They'd rather just stare at him hungerily like he was some kind of buffet.