BLACK AND WHITE | O. Joining

[MOKSHA.]

[align=center][size=9pt]Across the territory was a looming figure of a man, large even at a distance. He had taken the trail up the mountain with heavy steps, the snow soaking up through his black dress pants and making them dark up to his knees. He wore an entire suit, though his undershirt was grey and he wore no tie or bow. It was torn in places, the threads coming loose, but otherwise surprisingly taken care of it circumstances like this. As he drew near, it could appear that he was carrying someone else, someone who appeared like a child in his massive hold. He walked with a rhythmic step, having a purpose. As he came up to the end of his trail, he could be seen as a near beast. Built like a tank. The person in his arms was nearly full grown, and looked like a teenager in his hold.

And boy was he not gentle with the kid at all. He dropped him with a grunt, having him land hard on the damp mud and the patches of snow. The blonde boy cried out, shook by the fall, and the tall man did not help him up. When the younger boy did stand, it was quite the sight. The blonde kid was Calum, his hair wild and his arms bare despite the chill. The tall man was Moksha, his hair like a massive mane around his head, and standing at seven feet or more.

"That wasn't, n-necessary," chattered Calum, glaring with his doe-brown eyes up at Moksha, who tossed his head like an angry bull, intimidating with his size and the confidence in his stature. He stood with his legs wide, his arms crossed, his near three-feet across shoulders set wide and straight. When his head tossed, his thick fishtail braid of hair lashed like the tail of an angry lion; king of his lands.

The action seemed to make Calum wince back, brushing some snow off of his now wet, silk vest, made of green and brown fabrics. It was intricately embroidered with more green all across the back in delicate swirls and flower patterns. Moksha spoke with a deep, bass tone, his voice rumbling in his chest. "Neither was me carrying you, princess," he snapped, making Cal wince again. "Addy certainly was dressed for a fucking place like this." The bitter tone in his voice and the way he rubbed at one arm gave away his own chill. "It's not good for my strings." On his back was a large acoustic bass guitar case, strapped around his front. Obviously he cared greatly about the instrument.

Calum just nodded, "If we come across anyone here, we can start a fire. Plenty of wood," he suggested, playing with the thick metal bands around his wrists. There was no seem or latch that suggested they came off.

Moksha gave a snort, his facial features coiling up into an irritated furrow and the flaring of his wide nose. "You think I don't fucking know that?"

"No, I-I know!"

"Good," the obvious boss spat, his hands coming up to rub together. His nails were painted black, chipped but appearing to only be french tipped, with an arrow design on each ring finger. He wore metal rings on almost every one of his fingers, all but his thumbs and his left ring finger, and his right pinky.

The two stood in silence, Calum shaking slightly and Moksha's general mass radiating enough heat to keep him warm. Neither spoke, waiting while Cal's jaw quivered.

// This is after Advay asks for Moka, and when Advay leaves! So please don't post saying you've seen moka in that visitor thread <3 thank you!