Romulus was a giant. The man known as the Apex of the Abyss was around two and a half tres tall. He towered over practically everyone, looking down with hard, green eyes. They did not command respect, his sheer presence was enough for respect to simply be given.
He looked like a man in the middle of his forties with sun-browned skin. Hard wrinkles gave his face, with the strong jaw, a paternal sternness. His short, brown hair showed the first signs of greying. Bare arms extended from the white toga, thick muscles moving under taut skin. His clothes were plain in design but ornate in make, a red sash wrapped around him one of two unnecessary decorations he afforded himself. The second was a crown of olive branches, ticulously shaped.
The second woman, following behind Romulus’ left, was considerably shorter. She was as pale as freshly fallen snow and her hair was the silvery white of undiluted moonlight. The silky, straight strands practically flowed down her back. A dress covered her body, midnight blue and decorated with sparkling stars.
Her curves, much like her size, were much more modest, almost petite. Only a soft rise showed her breasts and her waist was pleasingly narrow. Her hips, however, were pleasingly wide. All of it combined with her asured steps to paint a picture of pure grace.
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