Skye was eventually walking along the rooftops again, almost the way a child would walk along a small garden wall. He looked out over the street again, spotting some kid with bright red hair. Wonder who that kid is…
(cool, Miguel's is red with orange and yellow accents. Also he's 18 just do you know)
Miguel glanced up at the garden wall across the street seeing a man with multicolored hair. He tried for a smile but still felt the gangs gaze upon him. The man who had made eye contact with came up, "You don't look familiar," he hissed, "Who're you?" Miguel ignored him, pissing the man off.
(Yeah, I figured around that..)
Skye watched the flame haired kid go by. He reminds me of a Solaris… he thought. Though no Solaris would be stupid enough to let themselves be a target….. he sighed. Who am I kidding, the only reason no one suspects me is cause Nebulae don't go rogue! he laughed at that, deciding to follow the other and see where he went.
Miguel jumped, his red devil like tail struggling as the man grabbed it harshly and spun him around, the other gang members cane and swarmed him, there were 5 in total, all buff and scary looking, "Hey I was talking to you kid." The first man sneered, sticking his face in Miguel's, his alcoholic breath making Miguel feel sick, "Go away." Miguel muttered realizing he had no authority over him at the moment.
Skye froze when he saw a bunch of thugs surround the other. "Lovely" he muttered. Leaping down into an alleyway. He lowered the concealing spell on his blades. Which were a pair of thin curved blade made out of Skye-colored metal. Then he made his way through the crowd to the other.
Miguel watched the boy from the other side of the street come up with some blades, he instantly panicked and thought that he was on their side. The thugs eyed the man suspiciously but continued grabbing at Miguel's arms and tail.
Skye sighed, his violet eyes glinting as he drew one blade. "Hey!" he yelled, effectively getting the group's attention. "Let him go! Now!" he yelled. He knew they were all stronger than he was, and he knew he was on the thin side, due to not having enough to eat. But he also knew that he could fight, which evened the odds.
The leader laughed and pushed Miguel into another guy who held him captive. The leader poked at Skye, "Whatcha gonna do about it?"
Skye huffed, then attacked, literally launching himself at the nearest one and punching him in the face along with kneeing him in the pants. Whipping around he slashed a second one's shirt, before grabbing his arm and using the momentum to fling him into a third.
Miguel was amazed and managed to slip out of the grasp of the last thug. He jumped out of the way and watched the other.
Skye saw the other slip away, and slipped between him and the last two. "Leave!" he growled, "And stay off my turf!" he glared at both, his blade held in a defensive position as the other three got up and backed away.
The last two ran away without looking back, the other three scoffed and disappeared into the alleyway. When they left, Miguel shyly smiled at the other, "Thanks…"
Skye sheathed his blade, turning to face the other. "No problem!" he said, grinning. "Though I do have to ask why you're out here…" he said, "I've never seen you around.."`
Miguel paled and he scratched the back of his neck nervously his tail twitching, "I, uh, I'm the prince…"
Skye's eyes widened at that, "Wait… like… like actually?!" he asked, shocked that a royal would be out here, much less not be shooing him away cause of how obviously obvious it was that he was a street rat.
Miguel blushed and nodded, "Y-yeah…" He hoped the man didn't question him too much.
Skye quickly recovered from his initial shock, "Uhm.. What are you doing out here in the first place?" he asked, his eyes flicking curiously to the other's tail. Why am I curious about a tail? I can always go study my own… he thought.
"I was…bored? I was also fed up with my parents." Miguel sniffed, crossing his arms, his tail curling
"Fair enough." Said Skye, smiling, he liked this guy, who he could see now was his own age, possibly a little older.
Miguel lightly smiled, "I don't go to town much, is there anything fun to do?" He asked looking around, trying to focus his gaze on something besides the man in front of him.
(How old is Skye?)
(Late 17 to 18, he's kinda tall/thin too…)
Skye thought for a moment, "Well there's always watching from the rooftops.." he said, "or playing pranks.."
Miguel had always liked pranks, but he hadn't done one in a while due to strict rules. "Oh, uh, pranks sound fun."
Skye grinned mischievously, "Then lets go!" he said, running off for the alley, planning on getting to a group of feuding shop owners.
Miguel ran after him, excitedly. His tail streamed out behind him as he followed Skye into the alley
Skye looked back to see the other following, grinning he quickly launched himself off a wall to pull down a ladder to the roof. Scrambling up it he waited for the other to catch up.
Miguel was surprised by how fast the other was. He climbed up the ladder and once he got up it he sighed, “What’s your name?”
"Skye" he said, looking around. "You?"
“Miguel.” He replied with a smile, “It’s nice to meet you.”
