Baca: It was a surprisingly quiet afternoon given the area, Bacarudo could safely say that he hadn't even had to shove his way to the watering hole despite how there always seemed to be a crowd in the rogue lands where water was concerned. He have his thick, chestnut mane a shake as he lifted his head and glanced around. A gentle breeze carried the scent of rain on the horizon though there didn't appear to be a cloud in the sky--though he had to admit it didn't have it's usual cool, vibrant luster as on warmer days. Maybe there really was a storm on the way and that was the reason for the lack of activity on the savannah today.Probably for the better. No chance of having some nosy little whelp to sink her claws in his backside and tell him off for eating the mother of some weaned baby perfectly capable of caring for itself. Recalling the incident Baca felt his jaw clench in frustration, snorting derisively and sloshing through the river without fear to come ashore on the other side. Giving his thickly muscled frame a generous shake to remove the excess water from his fur.
Gil: Gil was out on his own - as per usual these days ... since he'd left his sisters behind a little while back to look for his own life. They teased him too much anyway ... ugh! He was prettier than them -all- so that was okay, but he still got tired of it. Ears perking up a bit at sounds of water from up ahead, the slender cheeton picked up his pace. A drink would be really nice~ But once he came in sight of the water, he stopped, blinking. Ooh! There was a really big lion over there. He didn't look too mean either... in fact, he was kinda nice on the eyes. Stopping for a moment, Gil ran a paw through his mane to straighten it out and then puffed his chest out a little. He had to look nice and pretty when meeting new males! Then he strode forward and offered the male a charming sort of smile. "Hello~"
Baca: The slender figure stood out so blatantly that upon noticing it, Bacarudo was surprised his eyes hadn't stumbled across the other sooner. Dark pelt touched with pinpoints of white looked remarkably like the African sky at midnight, save for the draping of light green accents. Having never met a Cheeton before the lion's knowledge of the hybrid was limited. Certainly he'd heard of them, but it wasn't often he stumbled across one. Given as much and the distance that still remained between them he was uncertain of the other's gender.
A point that caused his greeting to hold some friction with his hesitation. Hello.
No matter how charming that smile, Baca remained wary, rolling broad shoulders as he strolled across the grass casually, moving in languid, confident strides which hed a slight hitch. Wounds graced his pelt, bright and still fresh from the recent scuffle he'd gotten into not to long ago thanks to a foolish lioness.
Gil: Of course, if one looked closely enough ... it was fairly easy to tell that Gil was in fact, male. But all of his mannerisms and the way he talked made people think 'female' at first a lot of the time. Moving to get a quick drink, Gil then went to follow after the other - even though the male hadn't stopped to wait. It was okay, he hadn't been told to go away so ... surely they could at least talk for a while!
"Sorry if I'm ... bothering you, but it's been so~ long since I met someone else. What's you're name?" the cheeton asked, in perfect and sincere innocence.
Baca: Curiosity seemed to get the better of him as he watched the stranger prance by spryly, quickly enough to get a drink before spinning around in some peculiar bid to accompany the less than social lion on his trek back to the kill he had tucked into the underbrush so that he could quench his thirst. Upon closer inspection the stray seemed to have a lion-like mane, bizzare given his positively lanky body. Long, limber legs looked a helluva lot like those of a cheetah if he was perfectly honest with himself.
Being sure to return his gaze towards the distance ahead of him before this newcomer could notice that he'd been checking him out. He was a male wasn't he? One could only assume so. Only males has such impressive manes, but then the world could be a very backwards place sometimes. As Gil brushed up beside him, a golden eye was cast down towards the other, still not entirely sure what to make of... him. It was still early in their introductions yet. A brow arching in surprise at as the other asked his name before even offering his own, bristling with something like mistrust as gruff tone responded tersely. What are you?
Not too rude Bacarudo. His curiosity causing him to satisfy his most urgent question first, even before learning the other's name.
Gil: Gil blinked when the other replied a bit rudely ... but well, maybe that was just how he was. Gil could deal with that. He offered a sort of shy smile and replied softly, "I'm a mixture of cheetah and lion ... actually. There aren't very many of my kind, so it's not all that surprising that you don't know." There was a little pause and then he blinked at the other and went on. "Aaand, my name is Ninde'Giliath, though most just call me Gil."
Baca: Something about the cheeton's shy smile startled the rogue into averting his gaze. Pondering the answer for a brief moment. So he was the combination of a lion and a cheetah! The offspring of some bizarre encounter between opposing species. He wasn't sure why it was so difficult for him to imagine such a union and the offspring that would have occured from it, but then females of any species weren't exactly his forte.
As Gil offered his name, broad male didn't appear to be listening, his tail lashing against the grass that rose around them. Yet after an almost uncomfortable silence Bacarudo responded quietly. Bacarudo.
Gil: Gil refused to be put off so easily as something by silence, though - sticking to the other's side almost like a strange sort of burr. "That's a nice name," he purred, tail tip flicking eeever so slightly against Bacarudo's hind leg, by 'accident'. Over the time he'd spent growing up, it seemed that Gil had learned a -little- something of the ways of silent flirtation. Of course, he wasn't looking to stay with the other or anything. But flirting was always fun.
Baca: Tension filled his frame, causing muscles to quiver at attention acknowledging every motion the intentional and that which wasn't though he couldn't tell the difference between them. Needless to say he felt the brush of the stranger's tail and his stride nearly hitched. Awkwardly shifting his weight to try and put some space between himself and the friendly cheeton. Huffing a breath of irritation as he sent a rather pointed look at his new acquaintance, apparently questioning his motives without words though underneath the harshness lay a glint of confusion. He really didn't know what to make of this kid. Was he mocking him? Nice name. Bacarudo knew damn well that it was nothing of significance. His mother hadn't even bothered to hang around long enough to give him a name. It was the best the orphan could come up with on his own. What's that mean?
He was a suspicious one, wasn't he?
Gil: Gil blinked innocently at that, looking up at the larger male. "Nothing... I just like the way it sounds," he replied, tilting head a little. He allowed the male to move farther away - knowing that it wouldn't do any good if he drove Bacarudo off by getting too close. Some people didn't like that, he knew. And even though it was just a bit of playful fun, Gil didn't want to make the other too uncomfortable. "So what are you doing around this place?" he asked then - trying a different subject.
