His body pressed against the sunset, the silhouette of his muscles moved with cat like grace across the open window frame in view--his body pressed against the sunset. A calm nights zephyr refreshes his mind as Jahanghir shakes the water of the oasis from his silhouetted form. Nothing broke silence, except the falling ash of Kyphi; that mirrored the falling sun--flickering starlight across his body, pressed against the sunset.
There was a rythmn in all of his movements as natural as if was refined, a few quick stretches. Then he would paint it all black.Fine black silks embezzled him in ebony and his silver chains and fittings shimmered perfectly against the coming night like twinkling stars caught in twilight. He mulled it over, again and again and his silhouette collected more pieces, until he found perfection on his body--pressed against the sunset.
He had figured it out, the perfect fit for Heliohaptan aristocracy. As he moved beyond the sunset portal the scent of incense traced his body. His meditations finally complete he headed across the catwalk and downstairs to cross into a living quarters. The home was a palatial jewel and it's ivory skin reflected every color of the maturing sky.
The home was built in perfect form around an oasis of water, a river cutting through the sand. The structure standing over some freshwater that was an exotic pool on one and a bathhouse on the the other. Stairs would lead up from the watery luxuries and the sweet smell of incense into a glass room that connected to the main estate.
The greenery in this chamber could compete with the finest of Helio's gardens. As could the plant life all around the estate. It's courtyards and parks. All around the structure and it's several acres were the palisades, huge iron bars that gated the property from an acre out in any distance, keeping trespassers far from the estate.
Jahanghir appeared into the living room with the eminence of a prince, even more so than usually. He played with his collar the thin black shirt he wore was skin tight and soft like a shinobi's but it was perfect beneath the rest of the uniform. Something simple enough to drop off everything else and just fight, back to the basics. Jahanghir couldn't help but grin, he loved being a public figure.
"Diana!?" Jahanghir called, he shook his head and called out again. "My Queen!? Are you ready?"the house was seriously large enough to have to shout.
430 wc
There was a rythmn in all of his movements as natural as if was refined, a few quick stretches. Then he would paint it all black.Fine black silks embezzled him in ebony and his silver chains and fittings shimmered perfectly against the coming night like twinkling stars caught in twilight. He mulled it over, again and again and his silhouette collected more pieces, until he found perfection on his body--pressed against the sunset.
He had figured it out, the perfect fit for Heliohaptan aristocracy. As he moved beyond the sunset portal the scent of incense traced his body. His meditations finally complete he headed across the catwalk and downstairs to cross into a living quarters. The home was a palatial jewel and it's ivory skin reflected every color of the maturing sky.
The home was built in perfect form around an oasis of water, a river cutting through the sand. The structure standing over some freshwater that was an exotic pool on one and a bathhouse on the the other. Stairs would lead up from the watery luxuries and the sweet smell of incense into a glass room that connected to the main estate.
The greenery in this chamber could compete with the finest of Helio's gardens. As could the plant life all around the estate. It's courtyards and parks. All around the structure and it's several acres were the palisades, huge iron bars that gated the property from an acre out in any distance, keeping trespassers far from the estate.
Jahanghir appeared into the living room with the eminence of a prince, even more so than usually. He played with his collar the thin black shirt he wore was skin tight and soft like a shinobi's but it was perfect beneath the rest of the uniform. Something simple enough to drop off everything else and just fight, back to the basics. Jahanghir couldn't help but grin, he loved being a public figure.
"Diana!?" Jahanghir called, he shook his head and called out again. "My Queen!? Are you ready?"the house was seriously large enough to have to shout.
430 wc
