Closed [The Kabrin Road] Some Other Time (Noah)

[Caesarion]

82nd of Summer, 515 AV

WARNINGHi there! To anyone reading this or grading this, this thread - although it not being the original intention - has developed mature content and an adult scene between two men, AKA, sexual actions between the two, and not the light kind. If you don't like to read suggestive content, then please be forewarned that there is such content in this thread. Thanks!

Fuck. It had been hot. More than usual, even. He'd been on this road from Zeltiva for twenty-seven days, and in that time he'd seen a blaze, a wave, even bubbles and boils forming on people's skin. But this was different. It was humid and sweaty and miserable. He was practically leaking through his shirt, drenched and exhausted and not quite wanting to continue on. "Mother mercy," he groaned. The Denusk behind him poked its snout into his back, exhaling deeply. The sailors, stupid lot, laughed at his suffering. They had to do this sort of thing all the time - place to place, cities and regions and the whole damn continent, whether through rain or snow or blaze. He wasn't accustomed to that sort of life. All he ever knew was being 'close to home,' being able to huddle under blankets or embrace a cold pond depending on the weather that washed over him. Despite his strength and commitment to his goals, experience along an extensive route was something altogether different. "We're more than halfway to Syliras," one of the men said. An Akalak. Far distinct from the sort of people he'd been dealing with on Sahova. "I expect we'll arrive in less than two weeks."

He wasn't sure how he knew that, considering the road was nigh-endless, but at this point he determined that he'd accept any conclusions by his peers as the word of God and not question them. He'd just do as he was told, use Reimancy to fight off any bandits, marauders or slavers along the road. Ugh. Slavers. They already had a run-in with a group of those, and they certainly got the worst treatment out of any of the enemies they'd encountered on the perilous path across Sylira. "Priskil preserve me until then," he sighed. The Akalak man stepped beside him and lightly elbowed him on the shoulder. "May Wysar give me the strength to survive your moaning." He laughed. Caesarion didn't laugh, though - instead he blasted the man with a burst of wind. Only enough to irritate him, really, but the message was clear.

"Wysar might like my moaning," he laughed. "And he also might like the face you made as you reeled back just now. How seductive." The Akalak eyed him oddly. He'd never understand people from Sylira - especially not Ravok. Especially not Caesarion, the man who was from Ravok but despised Rhysol . . . worshiped Priskil . . . but then practically moaned Rhysol's name whenever he deigned to dream. A very conflicted individual. The young man found that the vast majority of people on this journey had an exceptionally difficult time understanding him, whether they were from the Sanctuary or Zeltiva or Ivak's fiery chamberpot. He hadn't made many friends, and he terrified as many people as he intrigued. It was the sign of - really - his Sahovan influences shining through. He'd become so much like them that he forgot his former self, the one that was easy to get along with usually and didn't blast people away with wind.

Finally, the group peaked out of the forest that they'd been traveling through for at least a few days. The young mage could see rolling hills, a clear sky above them, and a perfect environment to not get ambushed by slavers in. "Petching forest is done! We're liberated!" He flared with excitement and grinned. The other men just rolled their eyes or buried them in their own palms. Still, they did find his presence somewhat comforting, in the most bizarre sort of way.

Sunset eventually arrived, and dinnertime with it. The young man moved up the slope of one of the hills, staring down what sunset he could without an ocean for it to reflect on - a beauty nonetheless. The air was cooler and he felt calm. He was absent a pool to dip into for a truly relaxing experience, but still he found his peace and his solace in the moment. That was how he'd been retaining his sanity for the past . . . well, ever since he was enslaved by Sahovans. He hadn't really found much comfort from anything else - he had to rely on himself, and so, right now, that was what he would continue to do. "Goddamn Riverfall," he swore, "why couldn't you be a thousand miles closer?"

[Noah Amuel]

Noah awoke to a setting sun, Syna’s rays finding their way to his closed eyes on his perch. He careened his little eagle head and ruffled his feathers as they had lay dormant on his body while he slept. The Kelvic was resting from yesterday’s flight. He had been away from Syliras for nearly three days now, leaving the castle city on the 79th of the Summer season. Now he had awakened to the setting sun on the 82nd day of the season. He wondered how long he had slept as he fanned out his wings. They were mighty things, spanning out to be taller than he when fully stretch and he was proud of them. They did all that he asked for and more, acting as his motor when he flew at his breakneck speeds.

He gazed to Syna on the horizon. The tree he was perched in proved to be an impressive one. It boasted a large, round, and healthy trunk and was flanked by what seemed to be thousands of branches atop its head. Noah put himself on one of the mightier branches last night, high from the ground to avoid predators and near the tree so that it could hold his weight securely. He didn’t need to be going on about falling out a tree anytime during his slumber.

He faced Syna as she set and took in the wondrous colors that she created during her downfall. She poked her head from behind the horizon and emitted with that an orange glow that radiated to pink and then purple as the night sky met her fleeing day. He turned in his perch and faced Leth and his darkening gaze. Leth and Syna shared the sky, pushing on one another as they made their way around the world. Everyday was a singular loving tangle between the two that led to one being dominant over the other in a beautiful cycle.

As much as he appreciated Leth and his domain, Noah knew that hunting wouldn’t be easy when the god took over the sky completely. He went about cleaning his feathers, coating them in a substance to prevent them from declining in sheen, appearance, and health. With that done he gave them one final ruffle and took to the skies, pushing off his branch and opening his wings. Luckily he caught Zulrav’s draft, making his ascension into the sky that much easier.

Zulrav was a welcome addition to the Kelvic’s hunt and he took it as a good omen, further pressing himself into the sky. He rose above the forest and watch as the thickness turned into a splattering of trees and then into a field all together. This was where he was to hunt this evening. The grass hadn’t grown as tall as one would expect, thus making it harder for the eagle’s prey to hide midst the blades. Noah turned about in the air with Zulrav surging beneath him.

From his vantage point he spotted the Kabrin Road but quickly his attention was gathered on the sightings of a hare. Immediately Noah began his descent to the ground and followed the little creature with a calculated glower. As he fell from the skies the creature absentmindedly traversed over a hill and disappeared on the other side. The eagle rocked back and forth in the skies as he began another ascension. The hill was a obstacle that it would have to overcome in order to catch his targeted meal.

As Noah ascended his gaze fell upon a figure that he determined to be a man. What’s he doing out here? the Kelvic wondered in a quick second before, in the next, his eyes were upon the hare again. The hare hopped passed the man, ruffling the grass near where he sat and thus gave away its location to the eagle above. Noah angled himself into a dive and gained a dangerous amount of momentum. The hare placed itself in front of the man and, with a quick turn, Noah darted past him without as much as a feather touching him. The hare caught sight of the eagle now, but it was much too late. Still it began to run and darting to the right. Noah dropped his left wing and took the sharp turn with the creature and in another flash of a second he was upon it. There was a tussle where Noah fell to the ground and the hare attempted to yank itself free of the eagle’s sharp talons. It only proved to hurt itself more as Noah tightened his hold of the things body. When the Kelvic got his bearings again he went about ending the hare’s life with sharp, well placed, jabs with his beak into the creature.

When the hare finally succumb and died Noah fanned out his feathers and looked around the grassland for any threatening to take his meal. When none but the man could be found he began to eat. After several mouthfuls and swallows he set his intense gaze on the man. He then cried out to him, shrill and high pitched as if saying hello.

[Caesarion]

The top of the hill was certainly not the most interesting location he'd ever sat upon, but it served its purpose. There was an adequate amount of twigs for his nervous digging into the dirt and grass, the only activity a friendless man who'd already finished his food could be privy to. Surprisingly enough, though, as he was digging into dirt and senselessly plucking grass, a cute little rabbit started to hop in front of him. It was . . . so fluffy looking. He hadn't seen a regular rabbit in almost a year. The ones in Sahova, the Thorn Hare, were large and covered with lethal spikes. He'd also killed too many of those to ever find one of them cute - it sort of came with the territory. He'd feel too bad to like it, and if he couldn't like it he couldn't find it attractive. Wasn't that the basic requirement of any aesthetic relationship? "Hop away, little fella," he smiled. Truthfully the thing was really cute. Super cute. He wondered if he could hypnotize it to let him closer. Animals could be hypnotized too, and often it made them vulnerable - it made them actually trust a human being. Sadly he'd used this talent in particular to kill a lot of large animals for game, but dogs and cats had been the target of his magical affections in years past.

As he began to use Djed for his hypnosis, first in exceptionally small amounts, he made small 'clicking' noises with his lips - the sort that people would sound to call to dogs. He wasn't very experienced in hypnotizing rabbits, so he figured that if they're small fluffy animals they might have at least some familiarity to dogs . . . yeah? "Disregard my previous statement - hop closer, little fella," he whispered. If only it spoke Common, it could surely come to a much greater accord with him. As it stood, the hypnosis only seemed to make it flinch before it seemed to hop away with greater fervor. As it did so, he started to see a large avian circle overhead. Avian? That was a really large bird that he was looking at. Although it wasn't as large as that bird species in Sahova, called whateverthepetch, with the twelve foot wingspan. Still, big for regular world standards. What sort of bird was it, he wondered? He couldn't really see it. It was too far away.

Oh, it started to get closer really fast. Really fast. The Reimancer was actually put on guard, and as it descended closer to him, he stood up and held his hand forward ready to blast that thing with a Res-powered flamethrower. But then, he realized, that the poor fetching little rabbit was to be the prey of this gigantic doe-eyed beast. Caesarion reeled back as the two entangled, watching without a blink as the eagle dug into the rabbit with its talons and eventually punctured its flesh deep with its beak. He hadn't seen a bird like that before. It was kind of . . . cool looking. His cheeks rose to grin, and as it turned its head and cried at him, Caesarion's expression grew helplessly excited. "Hey... bird!" He 'replied', although he knew - or thought - it couldn't understand him. He wondered why it cried at him instead of just flying away with the rabbit. Didn't seem like a very cautious predator. Still, the more he looked at it, the more amazed he was at the stature of it. It was exceptionally impressive as it was now, post-kill, with its wingspan spread out just moments ago and its body being fully utilized to slaughter a member of the food chain far below it. The experience was, altogether, incredibly exciting to someone who used to pride themselves as a hunter - and for someone who couldn't help but grow intrigued by predators in general, always efficient in their functions and always inspiring mages and others to discover more and more potential within their crafts.

He stepped closer to the mysterious avian, wondering if - for some reason - this one was docile and not fearful of humans. Perhaps it was young or didn't have any bad experiences with humans. Perhaps it was curious. He couldn't possibly imagine, but he did know that he really wanted to try touching it, even if it turned out to be not-so-nice and attacked him. At least, then, he'd have some giant sky-chicken for dinner. So, without too much fear, considering he was absolutely ready to kill the thing, he drew as close as he could and began to reach out to it - seeking to pet its feathers, whether or not he had to cinder them and kill the body attached beforehand. Caesarion didn't quite have much empathy for animals like he used to. Being on Sahova reminded him very clearly of the food chain, and if he was ever attacked by a creature or he wanted something from it, he would very well end its life.

[Noah Amuel]

With his gaze, burning and intense, Noah took in the details of the man. He sat in the grass with the green blades contrasting against his skin. The man’s skin wasn’t pale -- like Noah’s when shifted -- but instead was darker than that if only by a couple of shades. The sun had clearly graced it lightly, not wanting to harm such a specimen. The man’s face was smooth and possessed plump lips that Noah found himself staring at more than intended. His eyes appeared to be a twinkling blue and green mixture that were enlightened themselves by the setting sun. On top of his eyes sat thick, dark blond brows that matched the shade of his hair. His hair was short, cut so that it didn’t fall too far from the top of his head if it wasn’t already put into an upright position.

Noah’s eyes drifted to his torso. It was a sculpted thing that possessed the same tone of skin as his face and neck. He was muscular but not overly so. His chest and arms held the obvious signs of athleticism but failed to make them appear toned to the point where his muscles were clearly defined. It was a lax tone that made Noah aware that they were there and that the wielder was a very capable person. The Kelvic wondered what the man did to acquire such natural tools but his thoughts were cut short by the man’s shouted greeting.

Noah started, jumping a bit before shaking his head. The man rose and Noah was on noticeable edge. He turned towards the man and kept his wings spread, hoping to warn the man off but that defense failed. The man crept closer through the tall grass towards Noah and the Kelvic watched his feet disappear behind the green blades with each step. The eagle grew cautious but refused to move despite his muscles twitching, wanting the opposite.

Finally, as the man outstretched his hand, Noah puffed out his chest and stood straight in another warning. When the man’s hand failed to retract even then, Noah furiously beat his wings, sending sharp and powerful gusts of air at the perpetrator. “Get away!” Noah yelled in his sharp shrill language before contracting his wings again to lift him off the ground. He flew backwards several feet and shifted when he landed.

In a brilliant display of shimmering light and dust, seemingly produced from nowhere, the mighty, yet short eagle turned into that of its lankier and tall counterpart. Noah, naked in the sunshine, cast a glower to the man. “I said stop,” he quietly spat. The Kelvic wasn’t angry and hoped his voice didn’t present that. Simply put, he was scared of the human’s touch. “Did I disturb you?” he asked, wondering what possessed the man to even attempt to touch him. Most people that Noah encountered had kept their distance and yet, here this man was attempting to pet him like some kind of domestic animal -- which he was not.

Noah stood in a shy way, arms dangling at his sides and skin pale despite the sun’s rays. He lacked the same muscular mass as the man before him but bridged the gap by having his muscles incredibly toned. His muscles framed the man in his lithe form showing where his limbs began and ended. Noah looked his assailant up and down in a brief judgement and decided that if the situation would turn disastrous he’d flee for he knew he couldn’t take the man in a physical fight.

[Caesarion]

Despite the original impression he got from the large bird, which was that the creature wasn't afraid of him, that 'reality' was quickly proved an illusion when he drew close. The creature puffed its chest and began to flap its wings, trying to push Caesarion back. Unfortunately for the creature, Caesarion wasn't quite capable of losing an air fight to anyone but a superior Reimancer. His hand, already extended forward, began to attract the wind with Res and blow it back. As a result, the eagle was the only one being phased by the gusts of wind. Still, the pressure and fear in the avian escalated quicker than he'd hoped, and he tried not to make things any worse. He slowly stepped back, holding his hands forward defensively but not trying to look imposing. The creature cried at him again, loudly, though it was high-pitched and didn't really intimidate him. Shortly afterwards, it lifted itself upward and gained a distance from Caesarion. He imagined that was his one warning - but he wasn't quite sure if the response would be an attack or simply flight away. Either way, he was sure he was under no threat. It actually brought about a wonder - if Caesarion could push and pull gusts of wind, could he pull the wind away from a bird in flight, force it out of the sky? That sounded like a very charming idea for hunting beasts in the wild, as birds of prey were nothing without the air around their wings.

He decided that he would try it, if this creature decided to take off. It was just an eagle, which meant that it wasn't quite shaming the Gods or breaking a widow's heart. He stared with bated breath, ready to let his Res leap outward and rip the winged beast from the sky. But it didn't run away . . . fly away rather, instead it transformed. He exhaled and his mind went into confusion. Transformed. Morpher? Sure, there were some in Sahova, but he didn't imagine the practice was all too commonplace in central Sylira. Then he made the connection - it was probably something else, something he remembered to some degree but not entirely. It was one of those . . . bizarre suburban housecatdogsheepmoose-human things. What were they again, Kelvons? Calvins? "Kelvic?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. He hadn't seen one in years. Wow, that was weird. What was even weirder was that it was naked when it was done transforming. The man examined his body for a moment - shamelessly, really - staring at all the contours and the curves. Not bad, was his conclusion. They at least had their attire somewhat in common, though the man was even shameless when it came to the lower half of his body. Maybe Kelvics didn't see modesty the same way?

I said stop, he said, very demandingly. The young mage simply laughed. "I don't speak bird, darling." And that was rightfully true! He spoke Common, some Myrian, and he could kind of interpret what a dog's bark was supposed to mean. As for whether or not he disturbed the creature, he shrugged his shoulders. "Did you disturb me? Sort of. I mean, I was sitting atop a hill trying to befriend a rabbit and then you murdered my potential new friend. Very rude for our first introduction." He was being the same bratty, sarcastic person as he usually was, though he wasn't sure if Kelvics spoke the language of sarcasm. He'd never talked to one, though he did own one as a slave before. It was Rhaenon's pleasure-slave. Probably wouldn't have been good to tell this one about that.

Funny enough, the man sort of seemed shy to be naked around the Reimancer, which implied that perhaps modesty was sometimes a thing. He couldn't possibly fathom why, since he was a bird half the time. Animals were always nude. "You scared that I judge?" He asked, very bluntly. The man was never one for idle words - never one to hold his speech inward if his mind so desired to let it flow. "I've been surrounded by walking corpses for the past several months. Your non-undead self against the evening rays is quite scenic, really. If only I brought a drawing pencil with me from Sahova, we could have a nice conversation over the corpse of my former furry companion." He looked to the corpse of the rabbit, sighing, then back at the Kelvic and back to staring at his body. He didn't really see the issue with it, considering the young man had no problem just transforming out of the blue and forgetting to put underwear into his cosmic equation. He'd never actually seen another man naked before. How dubious.

[Noah Amuel]

Noah kept his wits about him and didn’t let his eyes of the man. Despite having had gotten a few mouthfuls of his prey animal, he was still hungry and his stomach groaned from the disruption. The Kelvic felt like he was dying of hunger, having had flown so much without a large meal to fuel up beforehand. This man was the in way now and Noah needed to either approach the situation diplomatically so that he could get back to his meal, or find another elsewhere.

The eagle bit on his lip at the man calling him ‘darling’. It was a word it had never expected to come from the man’s mouth. This man seemed of the masculine type, prone to using words suited for him. ‘Darling’ was not one of those words. This off-put the Kelvic and he shifted his weight, placing one foot behind him, ready to run if needed. It was very apparent from the way the man failed to stop his attempt at touching Noah that he failed to understand Noah’s earlier warnings.

Again the man spoke of the now dead hare. He referred to it as his friend when it was quite clear that Noah had sought the thing out as prey a chime or two before the man sought it out as a friend. Still Noah couldn’t help but to feel sorry for the man, if what he said was true. He didn’t want to kill something that someone was already attached to. He shifted his weight again, seeing that the man failed to show signs of any further aggression. Noah took on a neutral stance now, seeming to relax a little. He let his shoulders drop to express the feeling.

Still the man spoke on. Noah was not scared of the man’s judgements, he was scared of the man himself. The way the human spoke though, further put Noah off. Was he really talking about drawing the rabbit instead of eating? Was the man mad or unintelligent? He couldn’t tell at this point and wasn’t sure if he wanted to stick around to find out. The human was already proving to be more unpredictable than the ones that Noah had already encountered in his near eight years of life.

“I’m sorry that I disturbed you and killed your friend.” Noah spoke plainly and looked truly apologetic. He started to fiddle with his hands, feeling slightly awkward now. “I was hungry and it was the first thing I saw.” A look of inspiration overtook the Kelvic and he smiled a bit. “I can get you another one if you want,” he said looking to the human across from him and gesturing to the wide field. The eagle was sure there were other hares about if the man truly cared to have one as a friend. Surely Noah could try to capture one without killing it, though his large and capable talons were more than able.

A look of anxious expectancy overtook Noah as he awaited the man’s answer.

[Caesarion]

The shapeshifter still seemed quite paranoid. Very afraid. Maybe it was because he was alone and Caesarion was not - or maybe it was because his little trick with the gusts of wind grazed him instead of the person it was meant to. He understood why he might be afraid. It was a dangerous world, especially outside of civilization. Anything could happen on the Kabrin Road and most likely no one would notice. Caesarion was a hunter in Syliras when he was taken by slavers in the Bronze Wood. And people weren't often kind to Kelvic slaves. He understood . . . the struggle, the fear, the lack of faith in basic human decency. There was no such thing as basic human decency. There was only men, variable by each and every individual, with evil or good or both. Caesarion liked to consider himself good, but he found that when he was truly in a wild element, all pretense of morals disappeared and he simply did . . . whatever.

Funny enough, the young man seemed to act very sad that he supposedly kill Caesarion's friend. His facial expression dropped into what seemed like an apologetic stare - like he'd done something horribly wrong and even though he didn't speak an apology, it was so clear in his eyes. Ironically though, it was as if the sorrow comforted him, because he no longer looked so afraid. He relaxed, though still invariably nude, and lacking in response to Caesarion's comment on how he was at least prettier than your average naked Nuit. Maybe he just didn't get the reference - he imagined few would. Especially in this part of petch nowhere. Of course, just as the man was certain that he would have to deign to speak himself if there would be speech at all, the timid young birdman regained his sorrowful look and apologized to him. He seemed truly hurt by the lie that he actually bothered Caesarion and murdered the hare. He imagined for someone that was both animal and man, the bond between them would probably seem exceptionally important. Maybe in his eyes Caesarion could've shared love at first hop with the deceased rabbit and he'd broken the heart, posthumously.

"It's okay. I probably would've eaten that thing myself if you didn't." He said plain as day. He wasn't really friends with it. Of course, the man didn't seem well-versed in sarcasm, so maybe Caesarion's words made it sound like he was okay with killing his friends and eating them alive . . . ? Still, for the timebeing, Noah was just awkward and manifested it very clearly. The mage found that kind of adorable in a sad and socially awkward way. "A birdman's gotta do what a birdman's gotta do, friend. I can't blame you for being hungry. You do look quite starved, after all." That was a joke, but he knew it wouldn't be taken as one. Which was, really, why he said it. Caesarion was always an arse in social environments. He was a large sort of guy, tall and muscular, and so naturally shorter and skinnier specimen would feel a bit squeamish and intimidated around him. It meant they were perfect prey to his meaningless jokes. Of course, as he said it, he at least let on a smile so that he could allow himself to look pleased.

He looked to be in greater pleasure, still, when the man offered to find him a new bunny. That was so adorable that he couldn't even speak words to describe it. "Oh, could you now?" His lip curved into a smirk, and he played along, staring out into the field and spotting . . . one bunny, before it quickly ran out of view. Seemed some of them might have noticed the giant bird swooping down and killing their kin. "No thank you," he replied. "I've already found a much more interesting specimen to socialize with. Rabbits aren't very interesting. Not much to contribute to a refined mind - not even their arbitrary design is that attractive if you've seen something much more attractive." He nearly wanted to stop himself, as his words had become far too Sahovan for the civilized world. No one liked geeky and arrogant mages except for the satisfaction of slapping them and shoving them into a sealing chamber.

"Just tell me honestly - are you scared of me? Do you want me to leave you to your own devices? I apologize if I'm invading a hill you already pissed on. I just didn't realize that it was appropriate in this area to invade the personal space of someone and then get so defensive when they try to draw near. Forgive me for my Ravokian cultural practices." Caesarion was, indeed, not the most sweet-tongued man. He wasn't truly offended, but he did seek that the Kelvic question why he descended, squeaked a hello at him, and stood now half-terrified with his legs only just shaking. If he found the prospect of a human man to be so horrifying, why come around at all? Was it curiosity? Or could he really just not control the urges of his stomach at the sight of the furry little thing?

[Noah Amuel]

When the man admitted that he’d eat the thing much like Noah, the sadness that once engulfed him became a minor thought. He listened now as the man spoke, his voice seemingly drawing the Kelvic in. Noah found it amusing that the human called him a birdman, so much so that he couldn’t help the small smile that came to his face. Quickly though, he erased it and further listened to the man. Noah took a half step towards the man, wanting to show that he was actually paying attention while also showing that his guard was down for the most part.

The Kelvic was truly curious about the human and, while he did want his food, he wanted to learn about the man a bit more. With the half step came another step and another. He closed the distance slowly as the man talked but made sure to keep his eyes on every figure of the man’s being in case the human’s demeanor changed to a more aggressive one.

Noah canted his hand to the side at the man’s mentionings of ‘a much more interesting specimen’. The Kelvic wondered if the man was referring to him but didn’t get the chance to ask since the man kept talking. It seemed like all humans liked to talk, especially this one or was this what he did when he met all individuals be they human or animal? Noah remember the man quite keen on talking to a rabbit moments earlier.

Then came the question regarding Noah’s fear of not only the man but humans in general. Noah stopped in his tracks and became aware of how close he had allowed himself to get to the man. He was only two arms lengths away it seemed and another anxious fear shot up into his chest. What if this was a mistake? A misjudgement on his part? What if this human was emitting all the signs of a hostile man but he failed to see them? In that moment he felt goosebumps come across his skin and the answer to the man’s questions revealed itself.

“Yes,” Noah admitted, slightly ashamed. He looked to the grass in front of the man’s feet. “I don’t want you to leave. I’m sorry for how I behaved.” He then looked up and met the man’s gaze. “My name is Noah. What’s yours?” Noah asked in his kindest voice.

[Caesarion]

The Kelvic was so interesting. With him, it was as if socialization was a series of actions that instilled trust and comfort, or mistrust and fear. Certain words seemed to make him more relaxed and essentially commanded the idea that Caesarion had made himself more approachable. His tensity decreased over time, and now he'd gone from simply being 'relaxed' to closing the distance between them. Eventually, he was even at the sort of regular distance two people usually had when conversing with one another. Although, he was butt naked, so that was certainly a twist to the typical . . . rudimentary get-together. When Noah drew close and halted his movements, Caesarion drew closer still, at the sort of distance he preferred to speak from. Only barely more than an arm's length away - perhaps several inches more than that. He didn't care if Noah didn't find that all too comforting, as the young naked morpher had already expressed that he didn't want the mage to go away. He'd just have to deal with his 'personality' if he wanted him to stay.

Fortunately for the Kelvic, the man had no intention towards violence. As it stood now, he would never strike an innocent creature, not unless they were clearly associated enough with dark dealings to consider their innocence long gone. Not to mention, his purpose speaking to the young man was to speak to him, study him, learn of him, admire him. None of that could be adequately performed if he were dead - and certainly not if he were the product of a stray fireball. His words were what interested Caesarion. He would make sure that they kept flowing. "Nah, don't worry about it. I was just pulling your leg anyway." He admitted, an ever-present wide grin returning to his cheeks. He didn't know if Noah even understood the term 'pulling your leg,' but if not, he was sure he could make the rational conclusion.

One thing unique about this conversation was certainly the fact that 'Noah,' as he called himself, was nude. Caesarion really had a difficult time properly conversing with someone that was very naked, quite attractive in actuality, and right in front of him. Even though he was the infallible sarcastic mage, he was still a man, and men had urges, and unfortunately birdman was inspiring those urges at the moment. He tried to meditate the thoughts away mid-speech and pose, but sadly it just wasn't working very well. He found himself almost wishing he didn't close more distance and looking for excuses to get at least three arm's lengths away. "I don't want you to leave either," he said reassuringly, though with slight discomfort in his voice as he slid his hand into his linen pants discreetly as he could, needing to reduce the visibility of a very unfortunate incident in the making.

"Noah's a nice name," he muttered, attempting to re-align the process of his thoughts. The man's eyes looked into his - this time, closer, where he could see better. He had green eyes like Caesarion, but with a silver-like tint instead of a blue. They were pretty eyes, and they complimented his unique face and its beautifully stoic expression. The boy was cute. That was an unfortunate issue at the moment, but still, he was cute. A conflict with Caesarion, who was desperately trying to pretend - for appearance's sake - that he was eternally decrepit so he wouldn't ever have to deal with courting anyone. "I'm Vo-" He stopped himself. No, he hadn't been Vox in a while. That identity of his was one attached to shackles, and there was no reason to rekindle its meaning. "Apologies. I am Caesarion Panthos, from Ravok. It's very nice to meet you, Noah," he quite literally bowed courteously. "Would you like to come down the hill and relax with me in my tent? I have food in there. Better for you than raw hare." He didn't really know if such questions were appropriate to ask considering they'd just met, but offering relaxation and food was surely something that could never be looked down on.

[Noah Amuel]

The anxiety that Noah felt in the moment slowly dissipated when a small breeze came across his body. It reminded him that Zulrav was with there and he found the courage to allow the man to approach him. The Kelvic’s brow quirked at the term of leg pulling. Caesarion wasn’t really pulling his leg. Is that why he stepped closer to Noah? To pull his leg? The eagle certainly hoped not. Humans was extraordinarily bizarre and different in their mannerisms.

The way one person behaved was completely different from another and Noah didn’t expect that. He hadn’t gone that far from Syliras had he? Was in he a new part of Sylira, a part where humans touched on another freely? He didn’t comment even though the thoughts were in his head. Instead he inhaled the scent of the man before him, inches from him now. This man smelled of sweat and held a dull musk about him that Noah didn’t mind. Being in the wild, you smelled all kinds of smell and this man’s had proved to be the sweetest of them all so far.

Silently he listened to Caesarion compliment his name. He smiled a small smile and nodded at the compliment in thank you then returned his eyes to Caesarion’s face. Up close he could really take in the man’s features. He face, although soft, was betrayed by subtle stubble coming to form. An urge in Noah tempted him to place a hand on the man’s face to feel such stubble but he fought it off. Then his eyes drifted to the man’s lips where he paused and admired the plump things. Another look into the Caesarion’s eye brought a further comfort to Noah. They appeared to hold no ill intent and matched the laxness that his body and posture portrayed.

Noah felt relaxed too, oddly in this scene. By now, the bird instincts inside of him would of warned him away. By now, Noah would’ve told the man off and probably flew the area with a haste. There was open wilderness all around him. This was Noah’s domain, much more than the man’s and he’d feel perfectly at home here, losing a would be assailant without a care.

The Kelvic nodded at the man’s name and practiced it on his tongue in a light breath. “Caesarion Panthos, from Ravok,” he said quietly, probably unheard over the man’s own talking. “It’s nice to meet you too,” Noah returned.

Moments earlier the man had adjusted himself below in his linen shorts and Noah wondered if the things were causing him so much trouble, why didn’t he just take them off? It was much easier being free of all fabric but he wondered if modesty was something that all humans worshiped, much like those he had already met. But clearly this man was already half naked and shirtless, why not go all the way?

Noah nodded to his invitation to his tent, albeit tentatively. He did doubt, however, that anything the man had could taste better than his hare and so he would pick it up on their way down the hill. “Why don’t you just take your shorts off? Aren’t you hot?” he asked in an innocent manner, canting his head to one side. “It’s much less hot when your clothes are off.”