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- Henratha Gyrkin - 03-28-2009 ooc: Alright, sorry if this post sounds a bit rushed. I've got a huge project due at school, but I wanted to get this thread started. Just so you know, Rath's a bit...cautious when it comes to social interactions with other. One might even go so far as to call him somewhat shy. lol 355 words bic: The tall, ruddy hued male wandered out of the third uninhabited structure he had searched that day. Once again, he had nothing to show for his investigation of the human settlement of Wolfville. Shaking his head in frustration, the wolf slowly strode onward to the next building. The young woodworker was quite disappointed that he had not been able to find so much as a hatchet with which he could chop and strip the various pieces of wood he had found in his excursions from his home on southern border of Berwick to the forests beyond. Unbeknownst to the socially inept male, he hadn't necessarily been searching in what a more knowledgeable individual might consider to be the best spots. Perhaps it was the fact that he feared possibly intruding on another pack mate’s property or some similarly unfounded phobia, but for the most part the reddish brown pelted wolf had avoided the more heavily structured regions of both Berwick and Wolfville, choosing to examine the few, scattered structures that lay about the borders of the towns. He paused briefly in the open doorway of his next target, a ramshackle cabin surrounded by little more than a few struggling saplings. Inwardly, he scolded himself for being so nervous about meeting the other members of his new pack. After all, he had been instructed by both Slay and Cwmfen to seek out a particular individual, the pack musician Mew Sadira. Instead of following their advice he had clung to his solitary habits, quietly searching for the tools he required. His lack of success had finally convinced him. Turning from the doorway of the run down cabin, he resolved to do as he had been advised. He would do his best to find this Mew Sadira. So, having finally decided the best course of action, he changed his direction and walked onward, gradually making his way towards the center of Wolfville. From what he understood, there was a meeting place at the center of the town. His instincts told him he should make his way there to begin his search. It seemed like a logical starting point. - Mew Sadira - 03-29-2009 [html]
- Henratha Gyrkin - 03-29-2009 ooc: ^^' lol I did forget to ask about that little detail didn't I? Oh well, I suppose I could just have Rath pass the Bed & Breakfast on his way to the center of the town. He's not the best when it comes to finding the things he's looking for. So...yeah I'll try and make it work. Sorry for the whole, lack of planning on my part XD Words: 496 bic: As the ruddy male wound his way through the buildings in Wolfville, he couldn't help but wonder how he would find Mew if he had no idea what she looked like. His brow furrowed as a mild frustration came over him. He shook his head, causing the shaggy ponytail hanging down at the base of his skull to swish from side to side. The white flecks in his reddish brown fur only served as odd highlights in his long kinky hair. "I still have to get this cut," he thought to himself, only allowing himself to be distracted from his current task for a short moment. Rounding a corner, the tall wolf continued to ponder just how he would find the pack musician that he had been advised to seek out. His question was quickly answered, however, as his gleaming, gooseberry green eyes fell upon the sight of a white wolfess leaning up against one of the nearby buildings. His eyes momentarily travelled to he sign hanging above the buildings doorway "Bed...Breakfast...I wonder what that symbol in the middle means," he whispered to himself. His reading abilities were rudimentary at best, although he knew how to write his own name and read certain words. He had his late mother to thank for his understanding of the 26 letter human alphabet off of which his elementary reading skills were based. In perfect honesty it had not been a skill he had chosen to cultivate in his youth, choosing rather to focus on honing his woodworking skills. He pondered the various possible solutions to his strange symbols meaning as he sauntered over to the female, his head slightly lowered and his posture raised up straight, hoping to appear both confident yet respectful of his pack mate. When he had closed the distance between them to about ten yards, he cleared his throat and spoke, smiling in order to show his friendly intentions. "Excuse me Miss, my name is Henratha Gyrkin, I'm a new member of Dahlia De Mai. I was wondering if you might be able to assist me in finding someone. You see, I was told to seek out this pack's musician, Mew Sadira. I'm a bit of a musician myself, although I tend to busy myself more with woodworking and building instruments than playing them. I also build other things, but instruments are my present specialty," he managed to stop himself as he realized his long introduction was leading him away from his original reason for addressing the white female in the first place. "So, do you know where I might be able to find Mew Sadira?" He asked, his white tufted ears perking in a curiosity. He hadn't meant to ramble when he spoke. It was his lack of social experience which made him nervous, which in turn made him lose himself in his words. He hoped that his continued interactions with the members of his new pack would help rid him of his horrible habit. - Mew Sadira - 04-05-2009 [html]
- Henratha Gyrkin - 04-06-2009 ooc: No worries ^_^. I hope you feel better. My life has become increasingly busy of late, which is why I haven't started any new threads for Rath, even though I want to XD. Words: 500+ ic:The ruddy hued male had allowed his gaze to wander to the building behind the white female. Its construction was quite fascinating to him, as he had recently gained the desire to one day construct a building out of wood, just like his father had done. However, he first needed tools before he could try and construct anything. His thoughts wandered for a moment before he abruptly returned his attention to the green eyed wolfess before him. What had she just said? She was Mew Sadira. He had just been asking the very individual he had been seeking out where he might find her. How embarrassing. His ears tilted back slightly as his nervous, timid personality slowly began to take hold of his actions once more. However, he then trained his eyes upon the white femme's hand which she had extended to him in a gesture of greeting. Remembering his manners, he gently clasped Mew's hand with his right hand and shook it softly, returning her gesture. "I'm glad to finally meet you. When I first joined the pack, Slay told me I should try and find you and then I met Cwmfen and she told me the same thing. You see, I was wondering if you might have any extra tools I could borrow, just until I find some of my own. I can't build anything without the proper tools, and both Slay and Cwmfen said you would be the person to talk to," he explained, deciding it was best to let her know why he, a strange newcomer, had been specifically looking for her. It seemed like the polite thing to do. His sense of embarrassment quickly faded after shaking the female's hand. She seemed friendly, and she had certainly not given him a reason to be nervous around her. As such, he forced himself to smile and calm down, suppressing his urge to start rambling on about something completely irrelevant to the present conversation. However, his memory of what Slay had told him about Mew quickly aroused a question in the tall, ruddy hued male. "Slay mentioned that you carved your own guitar? I don't mean to be rude, but is there any chance I could see it? I made a guitar myself once, and it has been quite a few months since I have played one. I had to leave it and all of my late father's tools at my old home when I decided to go off on my own. That was a decision I have regretted ever since I left over half a year ago," he sighed and shook his head knowing that such things did not matter at present. He was simply curious to see the instrument that Mew had made with her own two hands, if indeed the rumor was true. What wood had she used? What did she use for strings? What did it sound like? These questions fluttered through his mind as he awaited the white hued wolfess' answer, hoping she would agree to show him her instrument. - Mew Sadira - 04-12-2009 [html]
- Henratha Gyrkin - 04-13-2009 ooc: Your reply wasn't poor at all. ^_^ My reply on the other hand could use some help, lol Words: 306 ic:Rath's ears perked at the white female's reply. She didn't use tools? How was this possible? What did she use to make her instrument? Surely she hadn't used her claws. For a moment, he felt ashamed. He had been foolish to leave his father's tools behind and perhaps even more foolish to bother this woman with his problems. However, he couldn't help but wonder if Mew might know of some places in this town where he might have better luck searching for the precious tools he required. "I understand, and I'm sorry to bother you further, but do you perhaps know of any buildings here in Wolfville that might have been used as shops of some sort? My next plan was to head further into town to look," he chuckled, trying not to appear desperate. Truthfully he was simply seeking advice from the white wolfess. She had lived in the Dahlia de Mai pack lands much longer than he had. She likely had explored this human town far more than he had as of yet. Perhaps she could point him in the right direction. His gooseberry green eyes focused on the musicians similarly green gaze, doing his best to keep his active mind from wandering, as was its habit. He had been rude by allowing himself to be distracted by the surrounding environment instead of patiently waiting for the female's response to his initial greeting. Hopefully some day he would master the various nuances of social etiquette. Then he might be able to save himself from a great deal of embarrassment. Unfortunately, the naturally shy male was still struggling with basic manners. The minute details had of social living had not even crossed his mind as of yet. He waited silently for Mew's next response, his tail giving a single swish behind him as he waited. - Mew Sadira - 04-18-2009 [html]
- Henratha Gyrkin - 04-18-2009 ooc: Word Count: 409 Rath smiled as Mew invited him into her home. This was a first for the shaggy male. He had never been invited inside someone elses den. What was the answer he was supposed to say. His eyes lit up as he remembered, "Oh, yes thank you very much." His tenor voice rang with a light hearted tone. "And no need to apologize. If anything I should be apologizing for bothering you this early in the day. I'm afraid I'm a bit of an early riser. I go to sleep late and wake up early, although I haven't yet figured out why," he chuckled, mildly amused at his less than healthy sleeping habits. He strolled into the Bed & Breakfast behind the white woman, his eyes immediately drawn to the interior of the building. Instinctively he scanned each wall and the various supporting structures whether they were load bearing walls or support beams. Examining structures would be the only way he could glean ideas for the customized structures he one day hoped to be able to build for his packmates, should they request his services. His attention was snapped back to Mew as she spoke about her guitar. He listened to her explanation about how she had made her own guitar. Rather than carving it, she had put it together using salvaged pieces of other instruments. To him that was just as much an accomplishment as building on from scratch. After all, discerning which pieces were useable and which were not required a keen eye. He had even greater respect for the fact that she had then managed to reconstruct such an intricate instrument as a guitar without the use of human tools. He was eager to see how she had managed to do such a thing. "By defective versions you mean broken guitars? Pardon my curiosity, but did you by chance happen to find most of the pieces in one building or in several buildings throughout the town?" His tone of voice conveyed his genuine interest in what some might consider to be a minute, insignificant detail. However, for the white-flecked, shaggy werewolf, he considered such a detail to be a possible lead in his quest for tools. A building full of broken instruments might be a musical repair shop. If that was the case there would likely be all manner of sophisticated wood working equipment, not necessarily heavy duty carpentry tools, but useful tools for instrument making nonetheless. - Mew Sadira - 04-22-2009 [html]
- Henratha Gyrkin - 04-22-2009 ooc: Words: 384 Rath listened quietly as Mew clarified how she had made her guitar and how she worked on other instruments. He nodded in silent response to her words, his arms crossed in front of his chest thoughtfully. "What other kinds of instruments have you found?" He inquired out of curiosity. Most of the instruments he had made were flutes and other small woodwind instruments, mostly because finding strings for stringed instruments was difficult. It would be interesting to know what sort of instruments Mew was experienced with should he need to ask her advice at some future time. His white tufted ears perked yet again when Mew told him the building she had found all of the instruments in. He heard her describe it as having at least three rooms dedicated to music and he was immediately excited. "It is to the north of Wolfville you say? I think I'll have to go there soon. Perhaps I'll travel there tomorrow. It sounds like the perfect place to look for all sorts of things." His tone of voice was excited and eager as he spoke to the white wolfess. He was so excited, in fact, that his tail had begun to wag in an unusual display of emotion for the male. His gooseberry hued gaze turned once more to look at Mew as his mind conjured up yet another question. He paused for a moment, not entirely sure if he should ask it. After all, he had done nothing but ask questions so far in this conversation. He wondered if the musician might think him a nuisance if he asked another. However, he thought about how the conversation had progressed so far and reminded himself that Mew had offered to tell him all she knew. If he didn't ask questions, she would not know what to tell him. He had saved himself from yet another bout of nervous stuttering and rambling. "How do you play your music? I mean...how do you learn the tones? Do you learn by reading musical notes or by trial and error?" He longed to be able to read musical notation, but as of yet he had learned to play only through listening to the sounds the instruments made and by stringing them together into whatever melodies he arranged in his mind. - Mew Sadira - 04-23-2009 [html]
- Henratha Gyrkin - 04-23-2009 ooc: Word Count:486 Rath continued to listen to everything Mew told him with quiet enthusiasm. The more she told him about this 'school' the more he wanted to go there. However, her description of the directions was confusing to him. Perhaps the easiest landmark would be to find this double wide road she seemed to have mentioned. That would be a good starting point. He was especially eager at the prospect of repairing a guitar to replace the one he had left behind. His brow furrowed when he thought about an instrument she had mentioned. He had never before heard the name violin before, but the name sounded pretty, so perhaps if he ever found one he would have to try and play it. "Flutes are wonderful instruments. The tones they produce are wonderful to dance to. They are surprisingly easy to make from hand as well. I've probably made at least ten small flutes before. I could teach you sometime, if you would like," he offered. After all Mew had helped him by divulging the whereabouts of a great destination in his search for tools. He would probably be able to teach an experienced musician like herself the principle of wooden flute making in a day or two. What he liked the most were actually recorders, a type of flute most often made from wood. Rath smiled admiringly as Mew told him that she could read music. "I've always wished I could read music. You can learn so many melodies and actually have the music sheets to read should you forget them. As for me, I have to practice every day to make sure I don't forget the songs I've made up. I'd probably not even be able to play them now that I haven't played in so long." His tone was regretful as he spoke. He would certainly have to repair one of those guitars so he could begin practicing once more. Perhaps Mew would even be willing to advise him about the melodies he had formulated, or teach him how to read and write musical notation so he could preserve them. Someday perhaps. "Am I understanding correctly when I understand the term library to mean a building filled with books? I learned about such a thing when I was a pup, but I have never before seen or been to one. I'll have to add that to my list of future destinations," he chuckled. Truthfully he didn't know when he'd have time to do all of these things. Still, it wasn't bad to compile a list he supposed. As he stood there talking with Mew, his muscular arms remained crossed in front of him and his head was slightly tilted to the side. Everything about his posture dictated that he was highly interested in the conversation. It was quite pleasing to the ruddy hued, shaggy male to speak with someone who shared his love of music. - Mew Sadira - 04-26-2009 [html]
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302 Rath's brows furrowed in an interested manner as he listened to Mew describe the library. It appeared as if he had yet another place to chalk up to his list of future destinations. He had no idea when he'd ever get the time to visit all of them. Despite the subconscious urge to discuss the idea within himself, he remained focused on the white female in front of him, listening to her words with rapt attention. Indeed this was quite an enjoyable conversation, the likes of which he had not had for a long while. To speak with someone who actually understood certain aspects of his hobby and practiced them herself, was a superbly enjoyable experience. However, he could not think of anymore questions to ask the white femme. She had answered every one he had thought of and now he simply had run out of them. "So Mew...I've asked you so many questions...do you have any questions for me?" He asked. That was a question, of sorts. Besides, it was only fair that she should be given a chance to pick his brain should she desire. He wasn't sure whether or not he'd be a source of any great knowledge, but at least he had made an attempt to be polite. Despite the various thoughts dashing in and out of his scatter brain mind, Rath maintained his eye contact with the green eyed musician, his features softened in a friendly, expectant manner. He had gone to enough trouble to ask if she had anything to ask him, and now he was actually wishing for her to ask him something. He was enjoying having a conversation with a fellow musician and did not wish it to end when he believed it to have only just gotten started. Hopefully it would not end. - Mew Sadira - 04-29-2009 [html]
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ooc: Word Count:396 The tall male listened quietly to Mew's question. She asked about his method of playing and he smiled. He had never considered how he played to be anything extraordinary, but perhaps she found the concept of learning through trial and error interesting. "Unfortunately I do not read musical notation. What I've learned has been through long hours of trial and error with the various instruments I used to own. I suppose you could call it improvisation for the most part, although my father did teach me a few old human songs he had heard as a pup. They weren't overly difficult to learn, I just listened to them and then did my best to duplicate the tones with whatever instrument I was playing," he replied, his brow furrowing as he tried to think of something else he could add to his answer. He did not think having to learn music was any great feat, but rather a tragedy. He had never had proper instruction of any kind and the music he had developed himself had come from numerous hours spent in between his other various childhood lessons. His gooseberry hued gaze gleamed as he remembered the first time he had arranged a series of tones that had actually sounded good. It had been one of his proudest achievements. He remembered having to play the same song over and over again to make sure he didn't forget it. "As I said before, what I know of music came from trial and error. I would sit for a long time and play various notes, trying to arrange them into melodies. Then if I was lucky enough to discover a melody that sounded good enough I would try and develop harmonies for them. That was what took the longest. Most often by the time I had developed a harmony I had nearly forgotten the melody," he chuckled at that last statement before continuing, his bushy tail swishing behind him contentedly. "You at least have the luxury of being able to write things down." he finished, his gaze transmitting the feeling of admiration for the pack musician. He thought her to be far more skilled in the methods of music than him. She had had opportunities to study musical notation and technique in the library. He couldn't help but wish he had been so fortunate in his life thus far. - Mew Sadira - 05-06-2009 [html]
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ooc: Ack slight writer's block. x_x Words: 300+
Rath chuckled at Mew's response to his comment on the luxury of writing music. "I suppose that could be difficult," the ruddy hued male responded, his lips curling in an amused smile. However, Rath's amusement was quickly silenced the introduction of Mew's instrument. She showed him the slightly burnt area on the neck and how she had repaired it from pieces of other guitars. Rath was absolutely enthralled by the instrument, the first that he had seen in almost a year. His gooseberry green gaze scanned every inch of the guitar, from the head stock down to the opposite end of the body. He loved everything about it. "It's beautiful Mew," Henratha replied, a look of admiration etched on his face, "C...could I t-try and play it?" He asked, with a hopeful tone in his voice. He wanted to run his hands down the guitar and feel its contours. Mostly he wanted to pluck its strings with his fingers. The sight of the instrument made him feel more starved for music than he had ever felt in his entire time without his instruments. His tail was wagging behind him quickly in a very excited manner. He didn't know Mew too well, but he had a strong feeling that she would let him play her guitar. Well, at least he was strongly hopeful. It would be such an honor to play the Pack Musician's instrument, even if she was humble about her abilities. The tall, usually nervous male, was currently behaving similarly to a young pup. His gooseberry green gaze danced back and forth from the guitar to Mew. Had he been thinking about his actions at the time, he would have quickly ceased his puppish behavior. He would have started stuttering and trying to apologize about how foolish he had behaved. In fact he would likely end up apologizing later once his excitement had faded. - Mew Sadira - 05-20-2009 [html]
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