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[center][h1][color=Goldenrod]Simba Lionhart[/color], [color=LightSteelBlue]Kidagakash Nedakh[/color] and [color=Silver]Aasim Folami[/color][/h1]
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[h2]♦ Atlantis - Rivenspire ♦[/h2]
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Each other.

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Squinting his eyes tighter before letting them slide open slowly, Simba lifted up his arm, using his forearm to cover up his eyes as the afternoon sun filtered in through the cut-out windows that weren't covered up by the nearly transparent curtains. Resting his arm down, he jerked it back away feeling something cool and damp connecting with his skin. Furrowing his brows, causing the skin on his forehead to move, he suddenly became aware of a soft pressure resting on his head; what felt like a wet rag to keep his otherwise warm body temperature at a tolerable level. Groaning a bit as his eyes re-opened, his stomach muscles flexed on his bare abdomen - his shirt had been removed at some point - as he raised himself up to a sitting position. The wet rag slid down his face, covering up his eyes for a moment before his mind was able to register what was going on and used his hand to take the wet rag off.

The first thing he noticed was the fire crackling in the stone hearth a couple of feet away from him, his brown shirt hanging over a wooden pole laid horizontally to dry, his white pants still on his person (which he was eternally grateful for) but practically dry from his close proximity to the flames. It was then, after noticing the fire, that Simba realized that he was [i]inside[/i], and not just in a cave.

Like a ton of bricks, everything came down on his mind with impenetrable force. The girl, the hidden city, the bond, the... memories that were not his own. Blinking his bright blue eyes, Simba's head spun on a swivel, trying to place where he was (though he had a pretty good idea already) and where the girl had gone off to.

Lifting her hand up, Kida allowed her slender fingers to run back through her long pure white locks, pushing them back and off her face as she once more crossed the room she called her own, her hips swaying lightly from side to side; the woman no longer looking like the warrior she had been, but as the Queen she was expected to be as she extended her arm, using it to sweep away the material hanging over the door so that she could duck under, her bright crystalline blue eyes falling upon the outsiders figure as she stepped further inside, a small smile playing over her lips causing her features to soften with the knowledge that he was indeed alright.

[color=LightSteelBlue]"You are awake- I hope you are well; you have been out for quite some time, Tarzan."[/color]

Moving further into the room, she wandered past him, her bare feet carrying her over to a table which held a bowl full of different fruits and a pitcher with a few goblets to go with it and its contents; reaching out towards it, she grabbed up the jug, being sure to pour each of them some water before she returned to his side, extending one of the goblets out for him to take as she held his gaze, the sash of [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/a3/64/56/a36456d57c3369b74439ea07be18008f.jpg]her outfit[/url] swinging lightly from side to side with each and every movement made, [color=LightSteelBlue]"Your attire was soaked through by the waters of the cave. I did all that I could to dry them, however, I had Kerchak fetch you a change of clothes should you wish to make use of them."[/color]

The corner of Simba's eye caught a glimpse of white. Turning his head to spot the woman, who he now just understood was named Kidagakash Nedakh (apparently she wasn't swearing at him earlier) but more importantly than that, he noticed her clothing... or lack thereof. He could feel his ears filling with blood, turning them into a brilliant shade of red that was thankfully covered up by his long mess of blonde hair, though he didn't have the same luxury for hiding the blush on his cheeks that ran down his neck and into his chest. As a boy, Simba didn't really remember being around women enough to know what, well what a woman [i]looked[/i] like, and frankly his child-like mind hadn't even stopped to think upon it as the years turned him into a man. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but this... this wasn't it. And thirteen years of being away from people altogether, let alone females, just drove him into more confusion... and curiosity. All he knew was that women, back in The Pride Lands, were regarded with grace and beauty, their bodies to be embraced and left little to cover as clothing would disgrace what the Gods had given them. But to a child, it was simply second nature, and not another thought to their bodies. Until now.

Her word were completely droned out. Simba hadn't heard a single syllable she had said to him as all he could do was stare, feeling very much like the curious little boy he had been before being banished to the wilderness but his adult mind stayed his tongue. She wasn't acting any differently, from what he could tell, and now that he was awake and their closeness opening up their bond again, he could feel her calm demeanor, helping to calm down himself... a little... so he pushed past it and forced his eyes to look up and at the woman.

[color=Goldenrod]"Kidagakash... that is your name..."[/color] He said with a new wave of understanding. Sitting up on the bed a bit straighter, he looked around the room with more interest now, taking in the size and it's contents rather than just looking for a single thing and then happened upon the man standing there. He was slightly taken aback, startled, but Kidagakash trusted him. He could [i]feel[/i] it as though it were his own trust for the man he did not know. So he continued to survey the scenery, listening to his heart and mind, making sense of the pieces she was giving him through their bond. [color=Goldenrod]"And this... this is your home... Atlantis..."[/color] Moving his blue eyes back to her, his eyes lowered down the strong lines of her neck, coming to rest on the blue crystal resting between her breasts (somehow managing to keep his eyes on the crystal). [color=Goldenrod]"And that... that is your life source, or at least... a small part of it..."[/color]

Simba raised his hand to his head, rubbing his temple as he felt his brain beginning to pulse, though not quite the same thing as a headache. He had experienced this only once before with his friend Timon when he was on a rant on the smell of the buffalo herd and he had severed their bond then to keep his own sanity for a couple of minutes. But that was very small-scale compared to this. Bonding with another human was turning out to be a very, very bad idea...

[color=Goldenrod]"But then... you're not human, are you? You [i]really are[/i] four-hundred and seventy-two..."[/color] He stated, following his train of thought and speaking it out loud after a small pause.

Nodding her head lightly in understanding to what it was that he was saying to her, Kida let the soft smile that already played over her lips to grow ever so slightly, her gaze dropping to look at the goblet she had been offering before she brought it back, placing both of them down onto the table behind her- there had been a slight change in his expression... in his emotions... she could feel it; the strange feelings seeping through the bond they shared with one another causing her own cheeks to take on a soft red tinge as she let her eyes flick back up, her gaze lingering upon his bare chest for what felt like a lifetime... He was just so... different to the men she knew from the city...

[color=LightSteelBlue]"..my name is Kidagakash Nedakh; Queen of Atlantis. I brought you to my palace, Tarzan, so that you may rest, and be well again."[/color] Pausing for a moment, she brought her hand up, pressing her fingers lightly against the crystal that hung around her neck, [color=LightSteelBlue]"..I had attempted to use its power to heal your wounds; however, I soon came to the conclusion that you were merely sleeping, and suffering no pain..."[/color]

Moving herself away from where she stood in front of the table, she let her arm fall back to her side before she moved, her body gracefully kneeling down beside him over the cushions before she brought her hands together, resting them gently in her lap, [color=LightSteelBlue]"..and you are correct; though I am still only young- nothing more than a teenager... In truth, my mother and father should still be within rule, and I only now beginning to learn what I must to take their place on the throne; however, they are no longer with us... so responsibility falls to me as their only child."[/color]

Simba was doing a good job of paying attention to what it is she had to say, as well as feeling the serenity she herself was putting out there through the feeble bond that he could still feel holding on. But then, she said his name. Well... not [i]his[/i] name, but the name he had given himself after he had run away from The Pride Lands. He didn't recall ever giving her his name. Their communication had been so brief before he had tried to bond them... So perhaps that was it. She had learned his self-given name by the bond. It was remarkable, really. Her mind-power was much more advanced than a meerkat and a warthog. But there was still so much to learn about her, so much to learn about this place she had brought him to.

[color=Goldenrod]"I, uh... a teenager...?"[/color] He was just repeating words now, he didn't know what they meant, or what she was trying to imply until she brought up her parents and how she was still learning how to rule the city. The sudden connection to his own past life calmed his mind once more, helping him to relax despite the man in the room quietly spectating. [color=Goldenrod]"I... I'm sorry to hear that..."[/color] He replied earnestly, unable to help the dip in his head as his own mind traveled back to the night he had witnessed his own father's death; by the blade of his very own uncle, though the mental walls he had built up about those memories and everything beyond were impenetrable, she would not be able to read them even if she had the know-how like himself and even Rafiki. Even after thirteen years, his own two best friends Timon and Pumbaa didn't know who he was, not really.

Shifting slightly in place, Kida lowered her gaze down to her hands as she began to play with the end of the sash that was rested over her lap, her fingers lightly thumbing at the light blue material while he spoke, the young woman doing what she could to give him the space she believed him to need until few of his words managed to catch her attention causing her to lift her gaze up to meet with his.

[color=LightSteelBlue]"You need not apologize..."[/color] Dropping her gaze once again, she lifted her shoulders ever so slightly before dropping them in a light shrug- there was no need for him to apologize for such things; especially when they had happened over three hundred years prior, and at the hand of a disaster none had seen coming, [color=LightSteelBlue]"..it was something that could not be stopped. The ocean... it grew angered and attacked the city; there was nothing we could do..."[/color]

He was quiet for a few moments, letting the new information sink in with the learned information from the bond they shared. Then, something struck his mind. She was royalty... just as he used to be. And by living as a royal for the younger part of his years, he had been (forcibly) taught the proper way to greet another royal.

Standing from the bed and extending his hand, Simba offered it to her for her to take, making sure to reach out with his mind to make use of the bond that was now instilled to help her understand what it was for, and took her hand in his in a light shake.

[color=Goldenrod]"It's a pleasure to meet you, your Majesty."[/color] he said softly, though firmly, having to rack his brains for the proper way to greet royalty that used to be embedded into his mind like second nature so many years ago, when he had thought it was pointless, boring and dull. Remembering then that there was still one more thing he needed to do, he hesitated before turning her hand in his and kissed the top of it. He half expected his tongue to hang out with a "yuck" as he had done so many times before back home. But to his surprise, the reflex to want to gag never came, and instead it felt... right.

Widening her eyes as she felt his lips pressing softly against her skin, Kida's soft pink lips parted ever so slightly from one another, her already red cheeks flushing a brighter shade as she felt her heart freezing in her chest leaving the young woman unsure of what to make of just what it was he was doing, [color=LightSteelBlue]"..u-uh..."[/color]

Lingering in the moment for slightly longer than she probably should, she pulled herself away, lifting herself back up to her feet and causing her hand to slip from his own in the process, her free hand lifting to press lightly against her cheek as she turned her body away to instead present him with her profile- she was flustered by the situation, but why..? What about him had her reacting in such ways..?

[color=LightSteelBlue]"..there-... there are clothes upon the table for you to wear... should you wish to change your attire that is..."[/color] Biting down softly upon her lower lip as she caught Kerchak's gaze from the other side of the room, she furrowed her brows, doing what she could to understand just what was going on within her mind as she turned herself away, allowing her feet to carry her out the room and into the hall. They would join her... but only when they were good and ready to do so...

Turning his neck a bit, bending at his torso, Simba looked back over his shoulder at the pile of blue and gold cloth that she had laid out for him at some point. Turning back to nod and thank her properly, he instead saw her backside, watching her hips sway as she exited the room quietly.

Kerchak stood by and watched over his Queen as she spoke with the stranger. He had to hold back his instincts to come between them when he reached for her hand. It would take a lot of willpower for Kerchak to treat Tarzan so that the Queen would not experience his discomfort. He stood by the door and waited for Kida to leave the room before approaching the outsider.

[color=Silver]“Kida may welcome you warmly, but I do not share her welcome. If you didn’t bond with her you would be dead right now. For centuries our people have protected this city from outsiders like yourself; you’ve been given an opportunity that they weren’t. If you betray our people, or our Queen, your opportunity ends.”[/color]

[color=Goldenrod]"Um..."[/color] Simba's eyes opened a bit wider, the soft blues looking Kerchak up and down a few times as if trying to gauge if his threat were genuine. Simba swallowed back the lump that was growing in his throat when he realized the man wasn't bluffing. He had seen that same look in the eye from his Uncle... back when he had been young enough to think that he wasn't serious. Gods, how wrong he had been...

Fighting the memory image of watching mass amounts of blood spurting from his fathers chest where his Uncle had run him through, Simba shook his head, closing his eyes a bit to help right himself and then looked back to Kerchak.

[color=Goldenrod]"This place is starting to feel more and more like home..."[/color] It may have come across as sarcastic, but Simba meant it. He was wanted dead back in The Pride Lands as well. And already, here in Atlantis, he was overstaying his welcome. [color=Goldenrod]"Words are well received. I shall keep them in mind."[/color] he added on, this time much more genuine sounding.

[color=Silver]“Good. So long as you understand.”[/color] Kerchak glared at him for a moment before turning around to leave this room and meet his Queen. He saw pain in the boy’s eyes while he was in there, but it made him feel no different. He walked up to Kida in the hall.

[color=Silver]“Now we wait for our guest”[/color] Kerchak said reluctantly.