A noise like the sky shattering–a terrifying resonance that made the jungle more terrified than curious.
And he had sought out the cause of such disturbance.
He merely stared in awe at what had trudged through the exit of golden city, eyes gliding across every inch upon this wondrous creature. A stranger to the wild, but practically family to he. Of course he noticed how similar they were, it was the first thing he had begun to calculate as bluest eyes took in all of this foreigner. Hands, feet, legs, arms–everything like his own, but so much more different. A voice came from it and he deemed this animal a female. Feminine enough to discern her as one, though he acknowledged that he was possibly wrong. Perhaps it was simply instinct, but the ape had the urge to rush forward–to explore every and all curiosities upon this specimen that shared his appearance–
But not yet. Not until he was sure.
And she was not the only outsider.
Or two of them, in fact. No–three. The one with brown hair, voice rising in octaves as it stepped precariously throughout the clearing. He had taken to the branches above them, climbing into the shade of the canopies in an effort not to be seen. The other was shorter than the rest, hair gray and body round-ish. Seemingly falling over himself after remaining in an odd frozen stance for too long. And the remainder–was odd. Entirely different from the other two, an aura resembling something between indifference and caution. He towered above them, brutish in appearance & manner.
But by the sky above were they so aberrant in their manner and tread, inconsistent throughout their jabber & persona. Rage, mirth, aggravation, vexation and irritation marked their frames so clearly, imprinted in their design as the figures stomped through the wild kingdom that allowed their presence to remain unhindered. For the moment, at least. The land of love and wrath would find an excuse to unleash its’ punishment upon thee, whether by emerald fangs or by the arms of chartreuse from nature’s roofs; they would come to know this, unfortunately. And soon. Part of him wished to relieve it of this trouble, truly believing that none of them did not wish to upset this land.
They were foreigners, after all.
Mind had drifted back to the scene below, now simpering at the way the female seemed to embrace the gray haired individual as they laughed. It was quite contiguous, their energy. Were they so easily enlightened like he was? Or perhaps they were simply attempting to convey their gratitude in hopes of–
Such thoughts were shattered in tandem with the abrupt otherworldly force barreling his way, dodging the blasts that created three skylights dangerously close to his frame.
Emerging into the open, eyes the same hue as precious sapphires spotted her elder father posed in the most peculiar way. For a moment she paused, questioning his motives, but didn’t stay long enough to completely hear his reasoning. She had heard the sounds of a gun shot twice now, one shortly after the other, and she was going to confront the man behind it. He just couldn’t persist with the violence when the sound, foreign to the jungle, would scare away the very reason they were here.
Jane was rather timid with her confrontation, her hands gripping onto her parasol and gaze avoiding contact with the man. She was headstrong and determined when wanting to get a point across, but the truth in the matter was that Clayton simply frightened her. He was a strong man, obviously, but not only that he held a gun. She hated the fact that they even had weapons at all, as she was a firm believer in leaving nature the way it was.
In the midst of her argument, her father’s excitement interrupted. “Oh Jane, Jane! Do you realize what you’re standing in?” Vexation that furrowed in her brows disappeared in an instant, as the brunette twisted her figure to face her father, her gaze traveling down with the slimmer of fear that she might be standing in feces -- but just as she figured otherwise, her father’s voice confirmed. “A gorilla’s nest!” Oh the excitement that coursed through her was nothing that she had felt before. However, the excitement came to a halt once Clayton spoke again.
He fired that blasted thing above them, the sound piercing through her sensitive ears, causing her to hunch over while gloved hands pressed firmly to the side of her head, protecting what little sound she could still hear. Vexation returned to her fair visage, her eyes glaring towards the larger man’s direction. “Clayton, please, what if it’s a gorilla?”--“It’s no gorilla,” the male argued, causing her to be drawn back into her thoughts that poked at her only moments ago. Was it perhaps what she thought it to be?
Cautioned curiosity as she rose from the jungle’s floor, pondering on her thoughts until something fell on her head, causing her to let out a gasp, her gaze immediately reverting back to the African canopy. It was still empty, from what she could make out, which allowed her to feel somewhat at ease. What fell on her head though? The sight of a bright orange toned fruit captured her gaze, along with a small monkey that was chasing after it. “Oh,” Relief. “Are you what all this fuss is about?” The tiny creature was so darling and innocent, munching away on it’s lunch, she couldn’t have thought to draw it any sooner.
He was the perfect model, even going as far as to crawl up her back to see what this strange being was doing. He apparently liked her work, a lot, because the next thing Jane knew was that her notebook had been stolen by a little monkey no less. It had barely been ten minutes and she has had the most eventful day of her life. There was really no other option but to chase after the thief in hopes to retrieve her precious work.
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