Completed Meeting Someone Special (Valo)

[Besnik]

Besnik 10th of Winter, 512 AV ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Curled up on a Zeltivan street, just out of the way of passers by, was a creature the size of a large dog with fiery red fur. Looking like a mix between a dog and a fox, he was in fact a completely different species; a dhole. Orange fur coating the top half of the creature was dashed in reds and browns, and the black tip of a fluffy tail covered his long nose. Unseen for now was a white mask on the lower half of the dhole’s face, spreading over his chest, down over his stomach and stopping half way down the tail. His slanted head was rested on a backpack containing his possessions, and the spot he had chosen was a slightly sheltered doorway, though in the middle of the night he’d just tried to find somewhere out of the way. The dhole, a Kelvic, was named Besnik. Having arrived in Zeltiva only ten days ago he’d been living rough, a style of life he was used to by now, scavenging for food where he could. It would be easier to find somewhere to stay in his human form, but as an animal he was warmer and able to sleep and eat for free. All in all, it was easier to wander around aimlessly as a creature than freeze and run out of money as a human. Having come across to Zeltiva as a stowaway on a ship, he hadn’t changed once since his arrival. Luckily nobody seemed to be searching him for payment for the travel, so he believed himself free in the city for now. His eyes were shut in slumber, but when open would reveal calm brown orbs that were both inviting and friendly. As the sun rose, the Kelvic still did not rise, taking pleasure in resting for the time being. Besnik’s chest rose and fell slowly and peacefully as the sun rose slightly higher and cast rays over his body, the warmth causing him to stir slightly. His head moved, tucking his nose further into the bushy fur covering his tail, and he let out a content sigh. People jostled past every now and then, causing his ears to twitch, but otherwise he didn’t wake. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ||Besnik|| ||3 years|| ||Kelvic|| ||Bondmate - None||

[Valo]

It felt good to finally have completed all the ongoing paintings he had started since the tail end of Fall. His chosen medium, oil paint, had a habit of dragging the work over weeks for it's drying time was abominably long. And then some paintings were on commission, therefore being much more important than others. And consequently most pieces of work he had completed over the last few days had been started as far back as Fall. Suffice to say, a load had been removed from the artist's shoulders and he felt free again and alive like he had never been. His mind no longer dulled by the perpetuation in his everyday routine. A mind that was excited and ready to come up with new ideas which would change the history of art forever... or so he liked to dream. Funny how the mood of a man could shift and change so quickly. Only a couple of days ago he had been dreading sunrise every morning for it signalled another day of the same old work. Another day, another chance to destroy a painting with a misplaced mark, a badly mixed colour. The longer he had spent on a painting, the more it bored him and the more he wished for it to already be over. But such is the curse of a fine artist. But today he had awoken before the sun and a new idea erected it self within his thought. A simplistic idea and one which was more the idea of a child than a grown man. None the less it has been to long since he painted for his own pleasure, rather than that of others. And so, having wrapped him self tightly in warm clothing and with a bunch of candles at hand, he had bolted out the door into the darkness of the truly early morning. Beyond the horizon nothing but a red smudge, on the canvas of Zeltiva, was hovering. Perfect scenery for that beautifully childish idea of his. Flora was not easy to find in the grey city of Zeltiva, but once he stumbled across a tree, it was perfect. Bare and naked, rooted into the soil with the kind of determination only trees could fathom. Determination even grater than Valo's own. It's spindly branches reached for everything in it's path, halting at the granite walls which held it in tight confinement. For any random observer this would have been just any ordinary tree, but Valo was no random observer. He obsessed the keen eyes of an artist which saw beauty in everything they wished to see it in. And this was very much the case, for without wasting the precious remaining dark hours, he climbed the lowest of the branches, produced a candle from his bag and lit it with a flint and steel. The white was melted exquisitely, swallowed up by the tiny raging flame of destruction. Droplets of the hot substance dripped onto a branch. Drip, drip,drip. And as enough wax accumulated, Valo used it to stick the candle to the naked bark so that illuminated the limbs around it with a soft, orange hue. He in turn repeated this until about nine candles had been placed upon the lowest branches, a tenth one in his hand, illuminating the notebook which he now lay on his lap. In the poor light the artist drew little sketches which would later be used to feed into the painting he had in his mind. Though he already had a plan of how he would do it all, Valo merely wished to see how his creation looked in reality, noting down every detail from the texture of the bark, to the way that light diffused from the flame, almost creating spots on the dark canvass of the sky. The led scribbled against paper with little pressure, building up marks where dense darkness was needed and blending into the highlights until three sketches were complete. Satisfied he snuffed out the flames and retrieved his candles. This tree decorating was fun indeed. The red haired artist hadn't made much progress on his way back home before stumbling upon something quite interesting indeed. In fact if he hadn't been careful where he placed his steps, he would have stepped right on this interesting thing. The sun had lazily rose and cast it's rays upon a red bundle of fur, almost as red as his own hair. A fox? A dog? No this creature was something else he had never seen in Mizahar before and definitely had not seen in Zeltiva. The first thought that sprang to mind was Kelvic, a thought reinforced by the bag of belongings upon which the creature rested it's sleepy head. Eyes closed and chest rising and falling like the tides of the sea, a serene picture. Valo keeled down by the creature, his interest sparked. The most obvious explanation of this was the Kelvic race. Though it was possible it could have just been a pet of some rich man who must have been good at training animals. "Hey there little guy." said Valo softly, perching him self just a small distance from the red animal. "Aren't you cold?"

[Besnik]

Besnik 10th of Winter, 512 AV ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Besnik could feel sleep being pulled from him, the tangled strings of his mind that created fresh forest and a plethora of prey slowly being plucked apart. His front leg twitched, nimble paw flicking against the cold floor, as his unconscious mind was slowly brought back into the world. The sun bore down on his fur, casting a strangely bright glow across him that combined with his red pelt created an almost unnatural array of oranges and reds. His pelt seemed to dance in the early morning light, a gentle breeze picking up strands of fur and replacing them almost immediately after so that the soft coat seemed like a welcoming sea of moving velvet. In protest against the strings of his mind pulling apart and causing him to stir, the Kelvic grumbled. His nose nuzzled against the fabric of the bag, seeking a softer surface to pull him back into the trace of slumber. A scent wafted over him in a calming swirl and filled his mind. It was a warm scent of honey and a hint of trees, an underlying sharpness of fresh paint hugging the edges. His nose twitched, lifting slightly as it searched for the source of that welcoming scent. He whimpered, now beginning to wake up properly in search for that smell, but grumbled again shortly afterwards in rebellion against being disturbed. Approaching footsteps caused orange ears to twitch, eyelids flickering as the creature’s senses began to come back to him. The last traces of a sight of prey dashing through woods faded away, all four of his legs twitching at once to try and spring on something before the dream ended, and suddenly all he could see was darkness. Rays of brighter patches filtered to his eyes, the sun reaching through his eyelids to convince his eyes to open in greeting. With the footsteps, the enticing scent grew and in his slow, sleep riddled mind, Besnik eventually managed to connect the dots and surmise that whoever was approaching him was the scent holder. Hey there little guy. The voice was deep, a man speaking softly to him in a way he appreciated; it didn’t startle him. He guessed the speaker had forgotten, or maybe didn’t realise, that Kelvics had heightened senses and the creature, though half asleep, had already sensed the stranger’s approach. Even so the gesture wasn’t missed and Besnik’s first impression of the man was a good one. One eyelid peeked open to catch a sight of the man with the good scent, a gentle brown orb appearing from within the mass of soft, orange fur. Dashes of green swirled within the colours, hinting at the intelligence of the eye’s owner was higher than of your average animal; that he was in fact a sentient being. The Kelvic’s eye shut quickly, light pouring in to cause the reflex and pull another small whimper from his throat, before both eyes blinked rapidly and few times and settled on an almost fully open position. It was then that he fixed his vision on the man before him, only slightly higher than himself due to being crouched a few paces away. The Kelvic glanced the man over once, taking in his appearance, then settled on bright ginger hair. Ears perked up, recognising the colour as similar to his pelt yet with more orange and almost no trace of the reds and browns that distinguished the animal pelt. Besnik’s eyes then lowered a little to settle on the dark green eyes planted in the stranger’s calm face. The gentle creature’s heart warmed a little, feeling trust flood his body despite never having seen the man before. His curiosity was spiked, something not difficult for an inquisitive Kelvic, and raised his head a little. Still feeling the effects of sleep, he automatically stretched his front legs out. Their length was revealed as lanky, almost too long to fit his body size, and hinted at his athletic abilities in jumping and swimming. After the stretch, he curled his legs back under himself and looked back to the man who’d greeted him. Aren’t you cold? As the Kelvic yawned, long tongue peeking out and curling up as his eyes scrunched together, his ears perked forward to listen to the stranger. He looked about, noticing the sun casting warm rays on him but also, for the first time, the chill in the air. A whimper escaped his maw as he slowly pulled himself to sit up. His back legs splayed off to one side, long front legs perfectly straight in front of him and inquisitive face looking at the man. A shiver ran through his body, ending in his fluffy tail puffing up a little, as his waking body registered the cold for the first time in the morning. Besnik let out a whine in response to the question, large triangular ears flattening slightly so that they flopped, voice a higher pitch than one would expect of a creature that looked so like a dog. He shivered visibly a second time as if his body was reassuring the other that his answer was positive. His eyes were wide and hopeful, searching for food, warmth and companionship. To make sure the man got his message, and realised he was sentient if he hadn’t worked that out yet, the Kelvic slowly nodded his head whilst maintaining eye contact. He knew changing form would be the easiest way to seek help, yet also remembered that a naked man suddenly appearing in the middle of the street wasn’t appreciated within a civilised society. Plus, he preferred this form to the other one; it was easier…and cuddlier. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ||Besnik|| ||3 years|| ||Kelvic|| ||Bondmate - None||

[Valo]

The animal was truly beautiful indeed. A coat of ginger fur laced with reds and blacks and an elegant slash on crisp white. If it were a painting, it would be a flamboyant working in thick oil paint, there the brush marks are arranged so that they describe the soft texture of the fur. A delicate and beautiful creature it was. There was so much understanding in those liquid chocolate orbs which were it's eyes. They way the animal nodded it's head suggested almost that it understood the question, that it was telling Valo it was cold indeed. And so, in an act of random kindness, the red haired artist removed his coat and wrapped it around the red furred body. It must have been a Kelvic. There was no other way of explaining it.

[Besnik]

Besnik 10th of Winter, 512 AV ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Besnik lifted a delicate paw, falling back on himself so that the red back was pressed against the door behind him and his long legs were held up in front of him. The man’s movement had startled the slender Kelvic, intelligent eyes widening and ears flopping back, before he fell back onto his paws. His velvety head ducked, silky fur flowing with the movement, as the stranger wrapped his coat around the red body. The movement had brought the man closer, revealing more of the brilliant red colour cascading down his shoulders. Besnik’s black nose twitched excitedly as he scented more of the honey smell coming from the man, a tang of paint circling his senses. The Kelvic’s heart flooded with warmth and gratitude as the fabric blocked most of the chill in the air from invading the warmth of his fur and biting into his skin. He lifted his nose higher, slender neck stretching as he reached to bump his nose gently into the stranger’s cheek in thanks. A tiny pink tongue peeked out from his maw and licked his cheek once with a high pitched whine of gratitude. His paw came up to bat at the man’s chin as he leant back, a playful gleam in his eyes. His fluffy tail wagged a couple of times, black tip flicking, much in the manner of a contented dog. Suddenly he shifted, backing away a little so that the coat was covering him more fully. A large swirl of light perked up, circling around the dhole and hiding him from view. Strain flooded his bones, stretching across every fibre of muscle in his body as his shape changed and lengthened. He felt each and every change, shutting his eyes so as not to feel queasy with the morph. All happened in an instant, the feeling however stretched out for what seemed like hours, and the light vanished as quickly as it appeared. Stood before the red haired man was an almost equally red haired man, though browns and oranges dusted it and black hairs peeked through at the nape of his neck. He wore only the coat that had been thrown on him by the stranger before him, wrapped around his shoulders barely. Quickly he grabbed the edges and haphazardly threw it around to cover the rest of his body, knowing how against nudity civilised society was. A light blush dusted the man’s cheeks, face almost angular but slightly podgy with baby fat that never left. He looked about twenty two years old, despite actually only being three years old, and fairly long hair (though looking short compared to the other man’s) framing his face and swirling back gave him an overall sweet appearance. He looked much like a lost puppy, which was probably the most accurate description of him. “Th…Thank you,” his voice was gentle and quiet, eyes cast down. His overall posture would make an onlooker think of a submissive dog with its tail between it’s legs. He shivered slightly, clutching with a little difficulty at the fabric around him. Having been in his dhole form for some time, it was hard to use his hands for gripping and his legs shook a little. He felt exhausted now that he’d been through the change, especially after not having done one in so long, and his stomach grumbled a little. The blush deepened a little and he lowered his head, before glancing up with grateful, deep brown eyes and offering a small smile. His left fang, slightly longer than his other teeth in human form, hooked over his lip a little. The right fang thankfully stayed within the confines of his mouth, making him look more cute than stupid. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ||Besnik|| ||3 years|| ||Kelvic|| ||Bondmate - None||

[Valo]

There was a moment of pure intimacy between them as the red creature ran it's smother pink tongue over Valo's cheek. The touch soft and pleasant and warm. He smile and in turn stroked the velvet fut, rubbing his finger's behind the animal's ear. His slender finger's combed though the hairs as red as his own. He petted the creature as if they had been life long friends. There was something infinitely lonesome about it, about they way it had been abandoned in the cold. An endearing fragile animal. And just like that a bond had formed between then. A bridge of the lonesomeness of both creatures, the red dog and the artist. A moment of pure intimacy. Funny how such little things had the power to elevate Valo's mood beyond understanding. His heart had been filled with momentary happiness. One moment there was an animal before him, the next it was gone. Valo had only blinked and the figure which now faced him, a naked figure wrapped in nothing but the coat, now faced him with a fain line of blush across his cheeks. A handsome man with an adorably rounded features and explicit shyness in his eyes. His posture however has so poor that for a moment Valo thought he had been a puppy that took a beating of some sort. But above all the words "I knew it." quietly escaped his lips. Yes this man was a Kelvic. An animal in the skin of a man. Zeltiva, unlike Valo, was not a place to tolerate nudity in the street and for fear of someone noticing, Valo grabbed the man's hand and pulled him without a word. His house was only around the corner and what better place to hide a naked Kelvic than within one's own conglomeration of canvases and living space. And that was in fact what the little cottage was made of. Scattered paintings, paints and brushes, from beneath which the familiar structures of living utensils, peeked their cluttered rims. Shutting the door behind him Valo finally exhaled."You should not stand naked in the middle of Zeltiva my friend." he smirked, hoping to knock some sense into the man who's hair was as red as his own. "If you do, terrible things might befall you."

[Besnik]

Besnik 10th of Winter, 512 AV ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ A tingling sensation remained behind Besnik’s ears, and slightly down his neck, from where the man with fire for hair had run his long fingers whilst the Kelvic had still been in animal form. He had seen a slight change in the one before him the moment before he’d changed, a brightening in his eyes that showed he felt as lifted by their closeness as the creature did. It was a private moment shared between the two, crouched in a dim street early on the wintry morning, one that felt too strong to be explained with words. Besnik had only just met the man, yet something within him was strongly adverse to thinking of him as a stranger anymore. I knew it. As the simple sentence left the other’s lips, the Kelvic looked up with his head tilted a fraction to the side. The confusion was evident in his wide eyes, but also curiosity about what the man had been thinking. Besnik was barely used to meeting new people, let alone figuring out what they may be thinking. He had always preferred to stick around other canines than deal with the pernickety ways of men, and so couldn’t begin to fathom what the man may be referring to. Perhaps it was simply that he had figured out he was a Kelvic before the change, or maybe there was some sort of human custom he wasn’t aware of, which required the other to speak out. He did not have much time to ponder the dialect over either, considering the startle he felt as his hand was grabbed and he was pulled along the street. The other’s skin was warmer than expected, given the pale exterior, and Besnic tried to reciprocate the touch by grasping at the hand holding him. Unused to human fingers, his hand flailed a little before accepting it wouldn’t work, and he allowed himself to be dragged along by the other by an awkward hold. Before he had anymore time to think, the scenery again changed as he was pushed quickly but gently through a doorway into a cottage. The first think that struck the Kelvic was the smell of paint; both strong, fresh scents and old, clinging ones swirled within the room and wrapped themselves around him in a dance only the nose of an animal could truly appreciate. Intermingling with the strength of paints was the underlying coat of honey that was unique to the man who’d brought him here, revealing that this was his territory. Besnik immediately knew to act submissive, being a newcomer in the established den, not that he was the sort to try and usurp anybody anyway. The second thing the Kelvic noticed was the heat, not in a sweltering kind of way, but more of a recognisable difference from the bite of the air outside. It was an inviting feeling that spreads its soothing fingers across his skin like fast growing vines, wrapping lovingly around him and drawing him further into the source of the warmth. He hadn’t realised how cold outside had become, especially to the sensitive skin of his human form, not protective by a thick layer of soft fur. Besnik then took in the appearance of the room, almost letting out a laugh at the stark contrast of the formal man and his messy home. To his untrained eye, it looked as though canvases and paints had been thrown in random directions to get the effect of making the room look cluttered and used. Yet it also created a pleasant effect on the eye, showing the room was frequently occupied and put to good use. Domestic items gave it a homelier feel, peeking out from their hiding places where they sat shielded from the paint he could imagine flying around the room. The Kelvic felt instantly relaxed within the space, not too big to feel lonely yet not too small to feel claustrophobic. He let out a content hum as the door was shut behind him, turning as he heard the warning about his state of dress. He had assumed the case was that he shouldn’t wander the streets without clothes on, and it appeared as though he were correct. He stepped up and wrapped his arms around the other man to show his appreciation for the momentary shelter, bag slipping from his hand and landing on the floor by the door. He buried his nose through the man’s red hair to the crook of his neck and nuzzled him, an animalistic way of showing he was grateful. For now the staying by the man meant shelter and warmth, so he intended to stay there. Not dislodging himself, his quiet voice surfaced from within the long red hair that now fell over his face. “Am I to know the name of the one who helped me?” ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ||Besnik|| ||3 years|| ||Kelvic|| ||Bondmate - None||

[Valo]

Valo wasn't kidnapping the man, of course not! That's a preposterous thought! But one the less it crossed his mind. Then again the artist's mind had a habit of wondering. His kind soul however, could not possibly allow the Kelvic to remain in the cold so sparsely clad for only illness could be the result of such recklessness. The other reason was the imminent prospect of arrest for disorderly conduct and there was no alley, no corner in Zeltiva where the naked Kelvic could remain in his nakedness without being seen.The only logical hiding place was in fact Valo's house. He only prayed to any deity he could think of that the stranger would not take this gesture as an attack on his persona, or even an attempt at kidnapping. Before the artist had even the slightest chance to compose him self, the Kelvic's arms were around his neck and his almost naked body pressed against the artist, face nuzzling into his hair in an animalistic display of gratitude and affection. Valo froze. His mind froze and his body froze. His feet now rooted into the floor and arms could not even return the tender hug, for he had been so caught off guard. Suffice to say, he had never quite experienced this affection from a man and was not quite sure whether he liked it. In fact the was not quite sure whether he didn't think it an attack on his own personal space. Then again people and animals were different. Perhaps Valo's own displays of affection would seem strange to this new comer. “Am I to know the name of the one who helped me?” whispered the Kelvic and for just a moment Valo's dry throat could not reply. It was only after their one sided tender embrace came to completion that the Inarta finally managed to speak a word. Though it did come with great difficulty. "My... my name is Valo sir." he replied very quietly. Any trace of the bold and charismatic man had disappeared, leaving behind this mouse which still struggled to truly compose his thoughts.

[Besnik]

Besnik 10th of Winter, 512 AV ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Besnik’s spirits lowered slightly when the hug wasn’t returned, thinking that perhaps the man hadn’t accepted his thanks. There was always the possibility that his meaning hadn’t been understood, but to the Kelvic the warm hug was a natural way of showing gratitude to one helping him out. Instinct still pulled him towards the other, telling him not to let go, but not wanting to seem rude if his gesture hadn’t been welcome he slowly stepped back, arms falling to his sides and head hung so that their eyes wouldn’t meet. He was met with a response to his question informing him that the other was named Valo. The speech this time came out quietly, with none of the confidence the man had oozed outside his home. The Kelvic lifted his head, sad brown eyes quickly brightened as they settled on dark green eyes whilst his mind came to a new conclusion. If the man, Valo now, was actually shy rather than not interested in his thank you then he’d just have to find some other way to show he was grateful. He made up his mind then to go hunting as soon as he could, and maybe find a rabbit to bring back in a different way of showing gratitude. The sign was more of acceptance into a pack than a simple thank you, but Besnik wasn’t known for doing things by halves and always strived to please others the best he could. Mind made up, the dhole grinned at Valo with an expression that could only spark suspicion. Within his eyes the upset had been replaced by a glistening playfulness as he thought his plan over. No, it was not much of a plan, but for a creature lacking in company and finding meeting the same person more than once rare, it was an exciting thought. The Kelvic quickly responded to the other man. “I’m called Besnik,” he announced proudly, puffing out his chest much like a small child would when speaking of their accomplishments. He then turned to look back at the room they were in, his curious nature almost too much to contain at the thought of exploring all the strange items held within; and this was just the first room! Having been welcomed into Valo’s territory, the animal within Besnik assumed he was fully welcome within, and thus scampered away from the redhead to investigate a pile of dirty brushes and left over oils on the other side of the room. The coat around his shoulders swirled in a semi-circular motion as he span, his forgetfulness almost causing it to fall from his shoulders. Luckily it remained covering him and only the lower half of his legs and, when he moved them out, his arms could be seen uncovered by fabric. Back to Valo, he crouched slightly and pawed at the brushes in a dog like manner. The Kelvic leant over the brushes and inhaled deeply, the new scents flooding his mind and storing away to be recalled if he came across their sources again. The dry, crusting paints intrigued the animal’s mind and he picked up three of the brushes clumsily, dropping one with his still shaking hands in the process. He picked at the handle, where blue, red and green met in an assortment of colours, and ducked his head to lick at the colours. Pulling back with disgust and a grimace on his face, he dropped the remaining two brushes and instead placed his hands on the multi-coloured palettes, curious by the patterning of the paints. It was unlike anything he’d seen in nature and, though he’d seen finished paintings before, he’d never watched the creating process. Besnik wore a surprised expression when his fingers went through the colour, like they would through damp mud that stuck to his paws in the Fall. His brow lowered in concentration, red eyebrows drawing together as he lifted his hands and dragged his fingers through the colours with a grin. He laughed, lifting his hands to his face to take in the scent, then saw the marks of colour on his skin. He tried to wipe the colours on his right palm off with the fingers of his left hand, but as they were covered in paint also the colours mingled further. He frowned and tried again, but alas the colours grew bolder rather than disappearing as he wished. He bent his head to clean the colour off, but just as his tongue stuck out remembered the taste and shook his head. In a panic, with an expression of horror on his face, the Kelvic turned again and held his hands up to Valo, palms first. Having only been on that side of the room for about twenty seconds, he had already caused a mess, and now he stood wordlessly. His deep brown eyes were wide as they looked up to the red haired man in a way that spoke more than his voice could have that he wanted the other to fix it. As if for emphasis, he waved his hands a few times in the air, disgruntled, with a small pout on his face. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ||Besnik|| ||3 years|| ||Kelvic|| ||Bondmate - Valo||

[Valo]

Valo watched as the creature named Besnik investigated his front room, an animal like curiosity radiating from him. Despite being in human form he still behaved like an animal. A blissful smile within his rounded features. It took just a little longer for Valo to compose him self before truly calculating his position. Yes he did just let all hell into his house. An outrage broke within him like a plague of locusts, eyebrows drawing together in a frown. It was strange almost how his expression has the ability to shift,, but perhaps it was the beautify of the constant animation not only within his eyes but all his features. And from the cocoon the calm, charismatic man a stern moth emerged. Perhaps it was the sharp jaw of his, or the somewhat hallowed out cheeks or even the deep set eyes; but the way the shadows around his face formed at this pulling together of the eyebrows rendered him some kind of dark ghost. It aged him immensely. Pure severity within his expression. The kind of look that could petrify even the bravest of men. No animal was to so rudely invade the privacy of his home and then bounce around naked as if it was it's own. This was a kind deed but the Kelvic had taken to abuse of it. But Besnik had his back to him in a blissful unawareness of the clouds that have come over Valo. He pawed at brushes and smelled paint. Now oil paint was not a cheep commodity but a precious resource and every last drop of it was priceless. Not only that but once it touched clothing, it was near to impossible to remove. It would take days of constant soaking in pure turpentine, by which time the garment would be completely ruined. Outraged Valo stormed over to the Kelvic, about to scold him, about to kick him out into the cold of the street in an act of complete self righteousness... Besnik turned around, his hands now covered with paint, a put begging for forgiveness on his face. The whole charade in fact had a note of child like silliness about it. And just like that the clouds have elevated from Valo and he burst out with laughter at this somewhat pitiful sight. This storm was not that of anger but of laughter. The truth was, Valo wasn't a stern man at all. He didn't frequently get mad, nor did he particularly enjoy it. And whenever there was chance to avoid confrontation, he would dive into the deepest sea to cease it. But truth was also that Valo had a soft spot for children. Perhaps it was his beloved sisters that caused him to be so soft, or the many children at the orphanage which he frequently visited; but if there was truly a way to his heart, it was this child like innocence. And suddenly Besnik was no longer a grown man but a little boy, covered by paint that was devilishly difficult to remove. "I would advise you not to eat that paint for it might kill you if ingested in adequate amount." he warned, a smile twinkling in his chiselled features, yet a warning none the less. "Now come." he added and pulled the Kelvic into the other room by the wrist, careful not to touch the paint him self. He pulled the coat from the boy and tossed it aside, glad to see that no damage was dome to the grey woollen fabric and then in turn removed his own white shirt. If there was any chance of removing that paint, it would not be an easy endeavour. Nakedness did not bother him much. They were both essentially human and both male and there was nothing upon Besnik's body that he had not seen on his own. "Stay here Besnik and don't touch anything." Valo instructed before disappearing back into the front room and returning with a jar of come clear liquid substance. A jar of turpentine which was probably even more precious than oil paint. None the less, there was nothing else to dissolve the paint in for the chemical property of the oil rendered soap and water alone, completely useless against it. Without really giving his new companion any time to think, or make more mess, he instructed him to step into the washing basin which lingered in the corner, all by it's lonesome and pored some turpentine into a cloth, saturating it just enough. He then began running it across Besnik's hands and arms, dissolving the paint with ease. However the sheer quantity of the mess meant that before all was removed and gone, three cloths had been completely destroyed and now lay abandoned at the bottom of the basin. "You owe me some new turpentine my friend" he laughed as he scrubbed the Besnik's hands with soap and water to wash off the poisonous clear liquid which must have smelled terrible to him, for the odour was strong even to Valo's own nose. Ass this ritualistic washing of the Kelvic came to a complete there was another moment of intimacy between them. This one however manifested in staring rather than tough. Valo's soft green eyes held those chocolate orbs of Besnik's for just a moment, a soft smile on his face. He wasn't really thinking particularly much apart from that this boy was beautiful to him, truly beautiful and endearing and perhaps it wouldn't be such a terrible thing to keep him around for a little longer at least. The artist was lonely and Besnik was no worse company than the next person. Or course that will be the case providing that Valo instructs him thoroughly to the code of conduct within his house; nothing is to be touched, licked or smelled, for it might just kill you. Paint is toxic. There was another reason for this change of heart, though one Valo could not quite fathom, or rather chose not to. The hair. That fiery mop of red hair, elaborately woven with all shades of brown and copper. It was so much like that of an Inarta. He was a reminder of the home Valo still had somewhere in Wind Reach and the family within it.