Aqseu didn't know why he wasn't attracted to females, or how he knew he wasn't attracted to any of them, all he knew is that it was a fact. There was no traumatic experience, no bad blood with his own mother or family, it was just something about being around another male that made him feel special. But being in the rogue lands, it wasn't particularly safe to be attracted to the same gender so he tried to do his best to hold it back at all times. Sometimes when meeting a new personality, he had to fake it to make it through the experience unscathed. Now that he did have some negative experiences with.
These things were floating around in his head as the white and aqua cheetah was walking along mindlessly. Often times for fun, Aqseu would intentionally get himself lost then try to find his way back to his tree that he lived in. It provided some thrill to his normally uneventful life.
Kaliforneum
Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 2:43 pm
Nila pranced along, paws kicking up dirt as she went. The bag slung over her shoulder jingled slightly with every step. Inside, newly-made necklaces, earrings, and bracelets bounced up and down. The cheetah had a certain understanding with a troop of baboons. Nila would bring them the spoils of her treasure hunting, and for a certain percentage of the shiny jewels and metal she brought back, they would use their nimble fingers to craft them into wearable jewelry, which Nila would then trade/deliver to various customers. They were some bands of monkey here and there that Nila also visited if she was too tired to make the trip to see the baboons but...what the baboons didn't couldn't hurt them, or her, rather. Anyways, the point was that Nila was one happy cheetah at the current moment in time. Treasure hunting was quite the exciting profession, with very visible and sparkly dividends. But there wasn't too much one could do with a bag of raw gems. A bag of wearable jewelry was a different story. Yes, Nila was carrying around a bag full of possibility and promise. Which is why she was feeling a little more frisky than usual, and why the white cheetah weaving about a little ways ahead of was looking much more attractive than Nila would have normally thought. Not that he wouldn't be attractive on a normal day, she was sure. Of course, that sort of assessment would require a closer look... Nila picked up her pace until she was beside the other cheetah. She gave him an appreciative once-over before grinning. "Well hey there, stranger. You're looking a little lost."
Conrad The Mighty
Usually I tag really fast, but I was fighting bout of flu. I'm all better now though. 83
The song that Aqseu was playing to himself in his mind was perhaps the reason why he did not hear the softly colored female cheetah prance up next to him. He jumped to the side and let out a vaguely feminine shriek as he came to a halt.
"Oh my goodness! You scared me half to death! Whew! I am a bit, I suppose! And where might you be going with a bag of pretties?" There were few things the cheetah appreciated more than a fresh batch of pretty shiny glittering treasures.
"I am Aqseu, and how are you?" His own little casual greeting with a confident sing-song attitude.
Kaliforneum
Totally not a problem, happens to all of us.
Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 6:50 pm
Nila snorted. Females weren't the only ones who could be wooed by shiny treasures. She rolled her shoulder, listening to the tinkling of gems and metals that followed the motion. A bag of pretties round her neck and an actual pretty standing right beside her. Ah yes, this was turning out to be quite the day indeed. "Well, Aqseu, my bag of pretties won't be going anywhere near your grubby paws." She said with a teasing smile. As if she would actually pass on a chance to show off some jewels. Why, that was half the fun of getting them in the first place! The other half was...well...getting them. "Though I suppose I might be able to be persuaded for one lost cheetah." Soft mint cascading down to deep teal legs, and starkly contrasting pink eyes, yes, Nila could easily be persuaded. Not only was she a sucker for material beauties, but living, breathing beauties as well. One day it would come to bite her in the tail. One day. "Name's Nila, treasure hunter extraordinaire and procurer of fine accessories."
At the tease he looked exaggeratingly insulted, playing with the tease, he brought up his bright paws and then threw his chin up in the air, fanning himself off with them.
"Well, I am one such lost Cheetah." Laughing he returned to a casual stance.
"That is some title, Nila. I'm impressed, I don't really do much with the days. Dance, run, sing occasionally if the right song comes through. Oh I have a fun anecdote! I was racing through the forest against a competitor and from what they tell me, I responded to a taunt and smacked into a tree. Since then I swear I can pick up music .. Streams in my head. It's wild. "
Kaliforneum
Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 8:21 am
Nila stared at him blankly for a moment before busting out laughing. "A fun anecdote? Sounds more like a painful one to me." Hitting something at that high speed...yikes. Nila was surprised he hadn't done any sort of permanent damage. She'd seen two oryxes smash into each other head-on during a stampede. Both of them had later died from their head injuries. Then again, being able to "pick up streams of music" didn't exactly sound all that normal. On the other hand, artsy-types were always talking like that. Feeling the beat, hearing songs in everything, seeing nature dance...Nila never understood. She could appreciate the physical beauty of something well enough, and that was fine and dandy for her.
But then again, she had always been a sucker for the charming-cassanova-singing types.
"Well, go on then! Give me tune!" She encouraged with a coy smile. "What streams can you hear right now?" Nila asked with slightly exaggerated curiousity, but genuine enthusiasm.
Aqseu was laughing along playfully, giving the cheetah his full attention while his mind was on the pretties like standing outside of a jewelers cave until she asked for a song.
"Oh a preformance? I haven't even done such a thing in.." Hours, "Weeks!" For a moment he paused, trying to pick a particular beat to go with. As he sang he circled the female, feeling and acting out the song dramatically.
"Honey why you calling me so late? It's kinda hard to talk right now. Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay? I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girl's in the next room Sometimes I wish she was you I guess we never really moved on It's really good to hear your voice saying my name It sounds so sweet Coming from the lips of an angel Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye But girl you make it hard to be faithful With the lips of an angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight And, yes, I've dreamt of you too And does he know you're talking to me Will it start a fight No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girl's in the next room Sometimes I wish she was you I guess we never really moved on It's really good to hear your voice saying my name It sounds so sweet Coming from the lips of an angel Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye But girl you make it hard to be faithful With the lips of an angel
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name It sounds so sweet Coming from the lips of an angel Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye But girl you make it hard to be faithful With the lips of an angel
And I never wanna say goodbye But girl you make it hard to be faithful With the lips of an angel
