Thread: To guard them.. [Cheshire & Fallen )

Beep! Beep! Beep! The alarm clock chimed, just inches from Vallios' right ear. With a low growl, reminiscent of a flustered tiger, Vallios pushed himself up onto his elbows. One long yawn tore it's way from his lips as he blinked in the shining noon sun. Vallios licked his lips idly as he swung his legs off the bed, stretching lazily. What to do today...What to do... He thought as he stood and continued stretching. After a few more moments passed Vallios padded over to the large oak armoire that stood in the back corner of his room. He threw the doors open and smirked a little, looking over the flawless tone of his currently unclothed body. Smooth pale skin and chiseled muscles, with a handsome face that had a strong but not over-imposing jaw. Vallios was definitely a prize-catch. Though, the most astonishing feature he possessed was still his eyes. A pair of fierce, vivid topaz orbs with narrow slitted pupils. Vallios withdrew a pair of black silk boxers, and a pair of black leather pants. He donned the clothes and then went swaggering out of the bedroom, blissfully unaware that today was the day he'd be entrusted with his 'charges'. He was now what was known by the rest of his species as a Sa'lan, an Honored Guide. Most choices for Sa'lan were established young men, experienced in the ways of life...And the joys of sex. Most Sa'lan owned large multiple bedroom houses, and had the status to defy and overcome human prejudice...Most Sa'lan worked 40 hour jobs. Vallios, however was definitely not normal Sa'lan material. He owned a small but well furnished two bedroom apartment, and a single vehicle. He worked three nights a week, for three hours at a time. The rest of his time he spent prowling clubs, or perfecting his musical talent...Or training. The scars across Vallios' chest and along his arms, the only imperfections to his otherwise flawless figure. Those marks, each one treated ritualistically to darken to black as macabre tattoos, were marks of honor. He was a prize-fighter, and made his living through displays of martial prowess. He was also a bit of a scatter-brain, and something of a criminal. Humming a riff he was working on perfecting, Vallios swaggered down the hallway towards the living room. He rounded the corner and froze mid-step when he saw a pair of teenage girls sitting comfortably on his living room floor. A confused and very feline merr escaped his lips, black furr-tufted ears twitching slightly as he attempted to figure out just why these intruders were here. In the awkward silence all that could be heard was the sound of Vallios' long black furred tail swishing at his ankles. Vallios blinked a few times, and then comprehension dawned on him. Shit, that's right...You two were coming today. Normally there was a formal introduction from parents to Sa'lan, along with a few gifts as a thanks for accepting the charge of their daughter. But, for whatever reason both girls' parents or guardians were completely missing. Just a pair of teenage girls plopped in his home, waiting silently for him. Well, the name's Vallios. Welcome to your new home. Vallios reached up and combed his fingers lazily through his normally straight mane of raven hair. Nimble fingers worked swiftly, untangling and parting his unsettled locks. Vallios looked over Kate first, and then over Aubri. Vallios covertly sniffed at the air, and felt something stir deep inside him. It was rare that Vallios was allowed the pleasure of enjoying the scents of a coming heat. But, Vallios was more resilient than most men, and he managed to keep his eyes from temporarily glazing over, or keep his pants from stiffening.