A Gargoyle's Fated Mate (cc and XNarrated)

[CatclawFyreHeart]

Zurlia Solar a golden furred feline of Egyptian descent had worked for many years as a writter/journalist when the opportunity came to be hired by one of the great magazine company, she snatched the job up. After all it was more or less up her alley in fact The GQ wanted an article done that was about the sexiest men alive, and so there other journalists an reporters covering the story as well as a slew of people taking photographs that she was traveling with. Though she was sandwiched between the other rival reporters en route to the most richest sexiest guy alive. All she could really think of in her mind was what a great article she was going to make on him. After all a girl has to eat and pay the bills. But not only that this would help boost her career in other areas that she wanted to branch out in. Her dream goal was to eventually become a full time writer of what genre she had yet to determine. But glancing out the windows of the rented van, she watched as they passed through a heavy wrought iron gate that almost looked like it was something that had come out the medieval time era. Was this man some kind of history buff, came the question in her mind. But then she turned and settled her gaze on the riders with her. Once the van came to a stop the doors of the car were open and the journalist were allowed out. There several people outside that were leading the groups hers included inside the huge storied structure of the mansion.

Though she had little time to admire the place, and the very artitecture of the building itself, the interior of the home, would put any house she lived in to shame. She could tell just by seeing what she was walking past that it was well cared for and some of the design seemed to be orginal or at least as close to orignal as one could get. But once they were in the library. She couldn't help the fact that her eyes widden slightly at all the books that lined the shelves. There was still plenty of room for everyone to still stand and not feel as if they were crowded agianst one another. Pulling out here note pad and pen. She waited to see the man of the hour. She was going to hope that she would be able to pull this off before her rivals could.

 

[XNarrated]

Pharaoh McCloud had it all, seemingly. Money, success, the amazing estate with spectacular views of California's beautiful coast, and the title of sexiest man alive. It was an honor, actually, even though some would assume him to be arrogant and self centered, inwardly Pharaoh was tormented and lonely, depressed and afraid, self loathing and he had a deep dark secret no one knew about. However, he was good with not allowing others to see these troubling truths about him, he was good at keeping people at bay, and that ultimately has come back to bite him in his ass. He was often misunderstood, and accused of being emotional and moody, but he didn't care, no one knew his pain. Running late as usual, Pharaoh was winding up the coast speeding around the tight curves and pushing the metal to the pedal on straight a ways in access of 110 mph; he had some business to tend to that kept him over a bit late, but it wasn't his intention to keep the photographers and the reporter waiting.

45 minutes later, Pharaoh emerged into the balcony of the library. He was wearing a black and gold bathrobe, it was designer, cost him $20,000, it was one of a kind, and made from the finest fabrics from Italy, embroidered and decorated with a pattern. The designs was strange, ugly creatures that looked like winged demons. Pharaoh had displayed an impressive spread of food and drink. The best delicacies you could image, being served to them as they were waited on hand and foot by hired attendants, he lived in a huge mansion estate, so of course he would need help 24/7. His guest were eating and drinking, only the best wines and alcohol for his honored attendees, but he wasn't expecting all this. It seemed to be multiple reporters and journalist, even a camera crew, which was strange because Pharaoh had already had his own crew, and that was one of his stipulations, he was a very private person, for the most part; so he did not like seeing people he wasn't expecting in his study. Immediately he got on the phone with his publicist, and straightened the details out. He was angry.

"Welcome, you all. I see that you have made yourselves at home, I'm grateful. Unfortunately however, I do no appreciate all of...THIS," he pointed around at the some 30 people in his study. I'm a very public figure, and I understand that, and I love to be an open book, but not in my own home, in my sanctuary." This was supposed to be a semi-private affair, with one reporter, his camera crew which would film and document the process, the magazine camera man for the photo shoot, and maybe a few stylist, that was it. How all this happened he wasn't sure, well he was sure, his publicist, who is on vacation, let the junior account manager handle the details this time and he failed miserably. "You're more than welcome to stay, enjoy the food, please be merry, fill your stomach, and poison your liver on some of the finest wine in all the world, or have a drink, I see some of you already have, Andre is a very capable mixologist. I however will only be meeting with the photographer, and the stylist, I have my own camera crew, and then there's just the reporter....Who shall it be, I wonder, who's going to get the most exclusive exclusive in the business, will it be you," he pointed down at some random person stuffing chavier in his mouth, Pharaoh's hand was preoccupied with a glass of 35 year aged whiskey. He took a big gulp, "or maybe you, I'm not sure, but only one of you will be able to get the scoop, so lets make it fun. Everyone take out your phones please."

An attendant came around with a chest, that had a lock, and placed all the phone in the chest. Then brought it up to Pharaoh, he reached in and pulled out a phone at random and handed it to his attendant. "Figure out who's phone this is, then have that person, and the photographer sent to location for the interview out side in the garden." he whispered to the man, and then hew walked away. It was turning into night now, as the set, but as the artist say, this was the golden hour, the beautiful sunset, the coast, the mountains in the distance; this would be his backdrop, as the sunset and painted the sky a gorgeous swatch of gradient purple and pink, orange, blue, and golden-red; but first, he must dress and for that he had the stylist brought to his 2 story, 1500 sqft "closet." one of them at least....

 

[CatclawFyreHeart]

Zurlia watched when Pharaoh pulled out a random cell that had been placed within the chest when the attendant had come around to collect them. From her distance though her eyesight was good enough she couldn't tell whose cell he had pulled out. But when every one got their cell phones back, except for one person in the room. Some of the rivals that she worked against opted to leave once they had their phones back. But there were a few who noted that Zurlia still hadn't gotten her cell back and that must have been the one who had been picked out at random. A few of her rivals walked over to congratulate on getting the scoop of the century. Though a few were very bitter that the fact that an Egyptian had managed to get the first dibs.
She shrugged faintly. "I am sure it was just luck that had my cell getting picked but unfortunately for some of you who have lost touch with a few key things in life I have not." With that statement cryptically said to the rest of the peers who might have had some respect for her. Just eyed her with curiosity as if trying to figure out exactly what she had meant by that. Though a few might have realized that because Zurlia was a cat that she had kept to a few old traditions among her people.

Leaving Zurlia the only one without her cell it was finally figured out, after all the others had left in the transporation that had brought them here. Once she had her cell phone back, the feline placed it in her bag, and was escorted out to the beauitful garden where the interview was to take place. It had quite the atmosphere and the way the sunset would paint an excellent back drop. She only hopped that she was up to the task of doing this. The man seemed positively intimidating but she could make it work for what she needed that article for. I truly hope I do not screw this up, gq might be counting on me to get this done correctly but they were not here to see what I just did in that magnificent library. I could spend hours just reading over those things. I suppose it is a good thing I will be heading back home after this interview then I can work on editing my notes and make a story out of that for the article. How ever the scents and smells of the garden relaxed her enough that her nerves didn't show on her face and perhaps only the barest twitch of her tail might have given away her state.

 

[XNarrated]

A small group of photographers, stylists, and camera people followed behind the luxuriant Pharaoh, catching it all like a documentary. He roamed around the the spacious evening attire section in his two story “walk-in,” closer; what’s an understatement. More like live- in closet, it was egregiously, decidant and insanely lavish. When suddenly Pharaoh was given a new idea, almost like a strike of genius! Something told him to go for adventure.

“As a matter fact, forget the old plan...” the tall dark and handsome multi-millionaire ran a hand through the luscious dread locks of charcoal and blonde, addressing Cassandra, his personal assistant and publicists, and too public relation adviser; needless to say she was very well paid. Pharaoh gracefully brushed aside a few strands of his long, dense coils, removing the 24 karat studs, placing them in a finely decorated ornate jewelry box. “All of a sudden I’m feeling, rather adventurous I’d say—Cassandra let Hell’s Grotto know I’ll be making an appearance...”

This was a pretty big deal. Hell’s Grotto is the newest, hottest, Rave and Party Club in LA! It was remote as fuck, and very exclusive, but whole would turn away Pharaoh McCloud?

He disrobed before his onlookers, revealing a naked yet perfectly chiseled frame for all of them to behold. His perfectly dark bronze skin seemed to glisten beneath the obviance enduring over head lights that shifted hues and tones for as often as the energy was fluctuating in the space. The camera men really rolled and the photographers snapped away, capturing the raw beauty on film for the first time ever, it was a rare sight indeed. He sprayed on some designer cologne, and changed into something more appropriate for such a gorgeous night out on the town.

Pharaoh resurfaced onto the cobblestone pathway that lead to the garden. His stride was regal, and brimming with confidence, as Pharaoh drew closer still towards the reporter who was supposed to interview him.

“Well hello Ms. Solar, such a pleasure to actually meet face to face, I’ve heard some good things about you and I love your work—very interesting point of view,” Pharaoh reached out for her hand, not like he was expecting a shake, but rather it was a very chivalrous gesture; taking hand to lips he gently pecked her on the top of her hand.

“And all the better to switch things up a bit, such a unique point of view, deserves and equally unique view, wouldn’t you say?” He never let go of her hand, Pharaoh instead, confidantly lead her down a widing stoned stepped oath along the back of the garden; it was line with a beautiful bed of stunning flowers, all colors and fragrances. He carefully guided her with grace toward the entry ramp of a beautiful 75 foot long hatch docked in the marina beyond his lavish estate. The world was their canvas, painted in beautiful hues purples and blue, golden red, and yellow too, all across the clear evening sky.

“Hope you’re not one to get sea sick, because the traffic at this hour would be insane;” he paused with a genuine and charming smile “This’ll be much, much faster—We can also drink!” He chuckled a bit, guiding the exotic woman up the ramp.

 

[CatclawFyreHeart]

Zurlia noticed that he didn't let go of her hand when he led her up the ramp to something that was very impressive. Her back stiffened a little when he spoke of her getting sea sick. The ears twitching slightly as she caught his words about drinking. "Oh yes as to that I suppose my view is a bit different than my fellow rivals. But I suppose it is because I speak more of the heart then some people I know in my field." Although she might have had to revise a few words here and there. Her articles were generally straight to the point on some occasions often landing her in some trouble with GQ. " I shouldn't get sea sick unless the waves end up being rougher than I am used to when I have the chance to be out on the water. Though I will have to politely decline any drinks you offer me until after the interview is done. I never drink while I am trying to think of what to write about a person."

Though she didn't give voice to the thoughts running in her mind at that moment, she couldn't help but think of them. He would be postively dangerous if I wasn't here to do a job. To bad I have to decline his offer of drinks I sure could use one to cool me off short of a swim. But getting sea sick is out of the question what kind of feline does he take me for. My egyptian ancestors enjoyed fishing the nile river back in the day despite its dangers and the rest of my well not so close relatives still do. Though thinking of egypt makes me home sick to a degree I have got to try to stop thinking about that as I left it some time ago. But I suppose it is true you can take the cat out of egypt. But you can't take egypt out of the cat. Though her eyes had gotten a distant look for a moment as she thought of her home there if she ever went back. "So what is her name?" She asked that mainly to prevent other thoughts from intruding. Most people she knew named their ships and yachts on a regular basis and it was a safe topic for the moment.

 

[XNarrated]

Pharaoh was taken off guard by her questioning, which said rather a lot about him. He'd grown so jaded, having amassed wealth and success, and keeping his young devilish good looks, the eligible bachelor had grown accustomed to being unchallenged, being in control, nothing out of the ordinary...This reporter was no such thing, he wasn't even sure if she was aware, or just a recipient of good karma and a timely blessing that she was having this affect on him.

He was very attentive, and noticed that her posture changed when he mentioned that he hoped she would not become sick. Pharaoh embarrassed rather easily, it was his flaw. He din't know what to do, or say, he had not even though about it offending her. He felt stupid and suddenly a bit insecure.

"Well, first of all, where are my manors, I've completely forgotten to formally introduce myself...Pharoah McCloud, a pleasure to meet you,” he kissed her hand and gave a short bow,”

“And this beautiful vessel...Well her name is Blessed Nile, the Nile River, which was a blessing to my ancestors many years ages ago, since the beginning of time! it means quite a bit to me, I’m fascinated by the ancient Egyptians, and their culture and their influe over the entire world...I mean even to this day, with out modern science, man still hasn’t been able to figure the Pyramids out!” Pharoah gave a hearty laugh and then released her hand, clapping for an attendant to come serve them.

“However, I will not have any of this nonsense about drinking, you are my honored guess alum the Blessed Nile, I would truthfully be ashamed and never be able to recover the humiliation, if you turned down my kind offer—So please, won’t you join me on the deck, wit a glass of whatever you’d like while we watch the sun set” He tried to muster all the charm and gusto he had to commence her to join him in a glass, a toast even!

“How about it, Misses....” he hadn’t even caught her name yet, but now the stage as set for her to inteodoherself, an Pharoah was all ears.

 

[CatclawFyreHeart]

Zurlia couldn't help but smile when he mentioned the humans still couldn't figure out the pyramids, and then her gaze narrowed on him. " Very well I am not so cruel as to humiliate the person I am supposed to be writing about, and who knows the sunset might actually give me a few new ideas for my next writing material. I think a glass of milk should do it as that will not impair my thinking.

She realized that he didn't know her name when he asked for it in his on way. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to reveal my full name. My not so close family, and estranged cousins call me Zurlia Solar. Its a strange name I know but my mother told me she named me that sense I was born during a solar eclipse. It has kind of stuck sense then back home. But I mostly prefer Zurlia as opposed to my last name except for when I am working on a job.

But as to humans ever figuring out those great buildings that I think is best left to us felines of egyptian descent, the secrets are there just hiding in plain sight as they have been for a very long time. Of course only we cats know what those buildings are for and humans can speculate as much as they want. But most of us will never reveal what is held sacred and practiced in my generation. Although there is some knowledge of it in the history books and humans took the credit for it all." There was a faint glimmer slightly. "But I think that was just a cover for the bigger picture that went on. Though at some point I suppose I will have to return back to fully finish what I started there."

 

[XNarrated]

Pharoah couldn’t help but give a smile, she ordered milk, it was very adorable and wholesome; not to mention very professional and somewhat admirable. The two were served promptly and then Pharoah led the way to the best spot on the yatch to watch the setting sun.

“So Miss Solar, very beautiful name by the way—fitting even, I’d say, you’ve managed to draw all my attention from one sun to because the way you stand out is like a star in the night sky. I hope your phone was the one selected, and look the Gods have granted my wish—Cheers!”

The man extended his hands to matches glasses, the two rims connected and a chime went through the air, as the salty ocean breeze sent a mesmerizing scent of the tides through their nostrils!

“I love it! The ocean! That smell, the adventure, the thrill!” He held her hand tight offering her to stand with him on the edge of the boat to take it in fully. “I figured we should shake thins up Miss Solar! Instead of a boring chit chat in my rose garden, I wondered how you might feel about a candle light diner utop the tallest building downtown! My newest hotel, restaurant, and club Crescent Sands Resort. This weekend is opening is the opening, well not for another 24 hours but when you own the place you can do what you want!” Pharoah took a sip from his champagne glass, savoring it’s luxurious taste!

“Or have you forgotten with all the mysteries of your people and the life you left behind swirling around in your mind?” The Original plan was to hold the interview in three parts over the weekend. All staged in different sections of his life: personal, public, private! Day one was private; supposed to be an intimate interview in his favorite place in the mansion, but now the whole order and the whole program was shot to shit!”

“What do I have to do to officially call this interview a wrap, so we can enjoy ourselves and maybe I can turn the tables around and interview you!?!”

 

[CatclawFyreHeart]

Zurlia smiled when their glasses chinked against one another, and though she enjoyed watching the sun set, and the scent of the ocean hitting her nose in just the right spot. It did remind her of things in her past that she had left behind. "Well you did shake things up a bit by changing the setting on me. And though that does sound lovely it will make the questions I have to ask easier in a setting like that.

Though sense the original plan has almost been thrown out the window, perhaps it would be far more easier to just do one single interview and be able to quickly wrap that up. It would be the only way in which it could be done faster. Granted my superiors won't be to pleased with me deviating what was planned originally but that is kind of out of my control." Though in a way once she was done with her article she planned on heading back to Egypt for a long extensive break.
"Oh no I haven't forgotten at all, even with the memories of the past swirling in my mind. But I do plan on going back there at some point as I did leave some unfinished business behind when I left it the first time."

 

[XNarrated]

Pharaoh caught a glimpse of her dazzling smile and was mesmerized all over again. Everything about her seemed to frazzle him, and he wasn't use to it. Where had all his confidence and bravado gone? No where really, she certainly seemed to be amiss to what powers she was having over him at the time, but it was all he could ponder.

"I can't imagine what kind of unfinished business you have back in Egypt, but it's a place that has fascinated me for many many years, and I've done my fair share of research, but never have I heard anything about your people..." Pharaoh stepped in closer, shortening the space between him and the tantalizing felines female before him. He gave a deep breath, " I do hope that you enjoy this evening as much as I am so far..." he gulped down the rest of his champagne, as it was time for them to dock and go back on land, there a servant awaited them.
Attending to my need and security made sure paparazzis don’t get too close. It was a secluded back entrance into the new 70 story tall structure.

“So Miss Solar, what’s your favorite type of food dish, I’ll have the chef prepare what ever you’d like!”

 

[CatclawFyreHeart]

Zurlia thought over what he had said to her. " Lets just say I was rediscovering some very old ancient blood lines that run in my family. Though I shouldn't have left it this long to finish the research I was doing in a very secluded temple that still sees worship to this day though some humans do participate they are very few in number.

But as to the records of my people there arn't going to be its harder to search up us felines then it is for one to do so on a human but the only recorded history one may find on us is the one always mentioned about the goddess Bast or Bastet if one wants to really run with the full name of things in history."

Finishing her glass of milk, she placed it on a near by tray when she noticed they had docked, and it would be time to go back on land.
But once they had disembarked from the ship and were treading once more on land she noticed the secluded back entrance and the fact there were people there to protect Pharoah from the paparazzi that always like to take pictures of those who were famous and utterly rich.

"Oh well as to that I guess my favorite dish mostly has to do do with fish, although sometimes I do eat a little mexican food when the mood suits me. Usually anything with tuna works well for me."