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The years flew by fast for them. To beings such as themselves, the flow of time had no effect on them. The only thing that truly held any weight of importance was seeking a wholly new life, their persistent chase towards what so many told them they could not have.
However, their search for the impossible was set to a temporary halt as per Kars’ request— an occurrence that is seemingly more inconceivable than the thought of what they were chasing. Kars needed time off from the persistent strain of ignorance that they commonly encountered on their routes. Insolence was the one thing that Kars arguably had the least tolerance for, however, being the pragmatic man that he was, Kars did not mind doing what had to be done in order to improve on his research. All though, his favored confidant had sometimes tested his patience, being the much more unrestrained yet volatile of their trio. Even though Esidisi occasionally found himself at the end of Kars’ short fuse, the two very seldomly encountered major altercations. Save for the occasional time that a poorly timed flirtatious mood crosses Esidisi…
Their adoptive companion, however, shared none of these personal traits in common. Wamuu, Kars’ and Esidisi’s finest tuned weapon, was a sharply honed warrior who affably held himself to the highest standards of any sentient life to walk the planet. In stature, Wamuu stood much taller and possibly much stronger than his master and lord, but he dare not lay a finger on his Lord’s fair skin nor his master’s pale hair. Wamuu held but the deepest reverence for the two, for if not for them, Wamuu would not have gotten the chance to earn his warrior’s pride, let alone the chance to experience the night’s peculiar affair.
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“Wamuu...” An irked voice beckoned from the entrance of a cave bathed in serene starlight.
A figure promptly rose from the shale and approached the voice’s owner.
“Yes, Lord Kars?” the figure inquired, bowing its head respectfully.
Kars muttered to himself for a moment, and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“Do see what’s keeping Esidisi.” Kars paused, and muttered something again, trying to keep his frustration from making itself known to the young warrior. “He said he’d be back by the time the clouds cleared from the sky. ”
Wamuu slowly looked up, letting the light of millions of stars flood his view. He then looked to Kars, and nodded. Kars simply turned his head, and passed him a side glance. In an alternate universe somewhere, Wamuu would have shuddered at this action. Esidisi had taught him not to react — how ironic given the former’s presumable lack of control over his own expressions. Without a second thought, Wamuu turned and walked deep into the mouth of the cavern in search of his master.
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The sharp cut of the underground’s stagnant, cold air held a stark contrast to the flesh of its only inhabitant. Esidisi always wandered off, carefully observant and tactful in his ways of mapping his surroundings, subliminally asserting his control over whatever area he had found himself in, daring anyone who was not a familiar face to cross his path. He roamed easily through the delicate maze of stalagmites and stalactites, careful enough not to disrupt the beautifully intricate structures, despite moving so brashly, with enough strength to send the subterranean landscape in on itself if he so willed contact with the minerals.
A familiar noise stopped him in his tracks. Freezing still, he listened closely. Heavy yet methodically placed footsteps, with the center of gravity shifted slightly back as if one was expecting an attack from behind… such a gait had only belonged to Wamuu. Loosening up, Esidisi bellowed. “Let me guess, Kars sent you here to grab me?”
Wamuu halted.
“Yes m—”
“Say no more,” Esidisi interrupted, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders. “I’ll be right up.”
Wamuu grunted, acknowledging his master’s cue to head back the way he came.
“Sounds like someone needs to be tucked in or something, sheeeeesh.” Esidisi muttered to himself, snickering at the thought of what could possibly have Kars’ thong in a twist.
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The mild glow of the night steadily reappeared in Wamuu’s vision, along with Kars’ expectant glare shortly after. Kars’ eyebrow shifted, and before he could open his mouth to inquire just where in the hell Esidisi could be—
A loud thump from inside the cave reverberated through the ground, followed by a loud curse.
Kars sat himself up straight, turning his back to Wamuu, facing the open night sky, and huffed: “Esidisi, I don’t have the patience for your childish behavior—”
“I’m right here, relax,” Esidisi chuckled, standing behind his companions. Kars sighed and held something up in his hand, beckoning for Esidisi to take the item from his grasp. Wamuu sat down in a meditative position, moving himself so that his masters were both in his field of view when—
Wamuu had actually questioned whether his flawless sight wasn’t so flawless— had Esidisi…?
‘Oh, by the stars, here we go again…’ He thought, looking away from his… Wamuu didn’t dare question what on their green earth Esidisi was do—
“Oh, loosen up, you’ve needed this for the longest time, I swear,” Esidisi spoke as he began to run the comb that Kars had handed him through his beautiful violet hair, helping it return to its former state of shine.
To his surprise, instead of scolding Esidisi, Kars took credence to his advice, resting his head on Esidisi’s thigh. Esidisi simply rolled with the punches, and quickly fell into a relaxing groove along with everyone else.
Wamuu remained peacefully dormant, awaiting his next command. Kars’ breathing softened, a sight so rare to see, only worthy of his beloved’s lucky eyes. Eventually, Kars commented on it.
“I am surprised at how calm things are…”
“Now would be the time I’d expect a ripple user to come out and try to ambush us…” Esidisi said in their native tongue.
“I suppose so, Esidisi. Wouldn’t you agree, my lovely Wamuu?”
Wamuu hastily acknowledged his Lord, trying to remain composed. Kars turned to Wamuu.
“Is anything troubling you, Wamuu…?”
“No… my Lord.”
“You’re acting strange. Something is surely the matter. But what could it be?” Kars drawled, resting back against Esidisi once more. “What could possibly be upsetting you at this time… you don’t suppose anything is the issue, am I right, Esidisi?”
Esidisi stopped combing Kars’ mane, a lightbulb flickering on above his head. “He’s probably flustered, the poor boy.”
Kars scowled and turned to Esidisi. “Now what reason is there to invoke s—” He fully turned to face him, taking in the sight with the most confused look any creature would ever see painted on his face.
“Oh, the reasoning would be that I am currently naked. I’m what the ripple users call…” Esidisi rubbed his nose ring for a second, then resumed. ““Free Ballin’ It” from what I have heard from them on my most recent expedition.”
Kars’ look of confusion darkened, casting ominous shadows upon it.
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If Kars hadn’t been immortal, what the ripple users call an “aneurysm” surely would have taken him to an early grave.
If Esidisi hadn’t been so quick on his feet, he would have been on the receiving end of what the ripple users refer to as “A Can of Grade A Whoop-ass”.
Had Wamuu been in the year 2019, he would be experiencing what adolescents call a “Magnitude 10 Bruh Moment.”