A darkness that slowly succumbed to the light. Or a darkness that was starting to swallow the white marble statues of the gods– that was perhaps the only way the crowd of people could describe the individual that was walking through the streets of Waikiki.
The one walking in front of him was also quite a distracting fellow, towering almost everyone with his muscles almost exploding. But while the tall one was clearly boasting his body, the one walking behind him was quiet… but extremely deadly.
The young man's skin was almost glowing; causing some of the people to even look to the side at first glance as their eyes were attacked by what could only be described as a dangerous beauty.
The contrast between his black hair and his white, almost porcelain-like skin made it seem like a serene night dawning upon a graceful winter. Like the flash of a sword forged in mithril, leaving a shadow in its wake.
