[Rem]

Two males walked towards the small group around the lake, slowly, chatting idly. The older had thick green hair that was wild and pointed in all directions, falling to dust the collar of his black shirt. Two pointed cat ears were hidden in the mass of green, barely noticeable until they flicked forward in interest at seeing the people who seemed to have companions like his. He turned violet orbs to the younger male beside him, who looked up from the rocks he was throwing across the placid surface of the lake, skipping them with ease. The boy had thick hair himself, though it was less spiky than the other's, more a mixture of curly and straight, red streaked with a dark mahogany brown without. The hair matched his eyes, a deep ruby color that shone like the jewels they resembled, his pupils thin and narrow like a cat's. He had wings as well, about half the length of his body and a bold red, pure as blood. He said something to the green-haired male, who laughed and motioned towards the group. At that, the youth took off running, leaving his friend behind and ran up to the group at the edge of the lake, stopping a few feet from them and panting hard.

He was dressed in a rather edgy outfit, resembling something of a rock star in his black combat boots and black jeans, red leather belts and sleeveless black shirt showing off toned arms that were encased in leather armsleeves that laced up with red. A finger curled into the red tie gathered loosely at his neck, a gesture one might read as nervousness if not for the lopsided grin that curved on his lips. “Hey!” he said with an easy friendliness, casually hooking a thumb into his belt loop. “What’s up? I’m Malachai, but my friends call me Mal. Well,” he joked, “they would if I had any yet.” He spoke to the whole group but his eyes seemed to continually drift to the only other person therelike him, the teen girl with the dark hair and butterfly wings. He chewed his lip a moment and nodded at her. “I like your wings,” he said softly.

[[And here I am tooo]]
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