Post by Simba Mozenrath Xerxes on Apr 20, 2017 12:16:14 GMT -5
The carnival was one thing, Simba had really REALLY enjoyed the carnival but the ball? The chance to dance the entire night with someone? He wouldn't pass that up for anything! Okay. So he didn't have a date and he wasn't really planning on scrambling at the last minute for one either, but he sure as hell wasn't going to just sit at home like an idiot and miss out on this! So, Simba decided to go in full on costume as his favorite of the Egyptian gods Anubis and as he stood in front of the mirror checking himself out and adjusting his mask, he wondered if he should try and use make up to cover the tattoos he had. Then, as soon as he thought it, he decided against it.
His tattoos were part of him. Something he should be proud of. Not something to hide. With his staff in hand, he went to his car. Some people might've thought he'd be cold and coming from where he did, they've would've been right! If....not for the fact that his body heat was naturally 108 degrees. Enough to kill a human being but just toasty warm to a shifter like himself. He climbed behind the wheel of the jeep the Volturi had provided him with and started it up, setting his staff down in the back and removing his mask so he could drive without it obstructing his vision. He came to the community center where the ball was being held and was happy to see how nice it looked! He smiled and parked, then put on his mask, took the staff and jumped out of the car. He hurried for the inside, as if he were shivering and then stood to one side and just watched for a moment, observing.
Watching carefully, Simba took in all the creative costumes and smiled to himself, he could do this. He could dance with someone or maybe....just by himself. The whole 'ultra high fever' thing wouldn't go over so well with the humans. Maybe there was a nice hybrid or fellow shifter he could cut a rug with. For now, he contented himself with just listening to the music and watching the people.
(His tattoos: Right arm
Torso
Back left shoulder
Chest over heart
Left arm)
His tattoos were part of him. Something he should be proud of. Not something to hide. With his staff in hand, he went to his car. Some people might've thought he'd be cold and coming from where he did, they've would've been right! If....not for the fact that his body heat was naturally 108 degrees. Enough to kill a human being but just toasty warm to a shifter like himself. He climbed behind the wheel of the jeep the Volturi had provided him with and started it up, setting his staff down in the back and removing his mask so he could drive without it obstructing his vision. He came to the community center where the ball was being held and was happy to see how nice it looked! He smiled and parked, then put on his mask, took the staff and jumped out of the car. He hurried for the inside, as if he were shivering and then stood to one side and just watched for a moment, observing.
Watching carefully, Simba took in all the creative costumes and smiled to himself, he could do this. He could dance with someone or maybe....just by himself. The whole 'ultra high fever' thing wouldn't go over so well with the humans. Maybe there was a nice hybrid or fellow shifter he could cut a rug with. For now, he contented himself with just listening to the music and watching the people.
(His tattoos: Right arm
Torso
Back left shoulder
Chest over heart
Left arm)