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Haha, for some reason the moment I read Shaw playing the flute, I was half-expecting rats from the city to show up. XD
The amazement that shone through Malachi's face was unclear even to her. Whether it was the music that she had started to hear wafting in the air, or the fact that this Luperci was trying to ease her sadness. And it wasn't just sadness about not being able to see the tribe's pups grow up without her songs, it was the loneliness that built up the moment she was cast out. The moment the male before her mentioned wanting to ease the beast's sadness, she smiled.. a smile she could only classify as a friendly one.
That was forgotten for a few moments as Mala quietly listened to the tune. It was very beautiful, and she almost wished she could just grab it from the air and string it around her like a necklace. Which, speaking of, the beads around her furry neck began to clack, and she found herself moving up and down on her paws to the beat of the flute. It was fun, and though her steps weren't visible in the beginning, the rest of her body began to sway to and fro as she looked into the sky, as if she could see the notes disappear into the clouds above.
When the male stopped playing the flute, she too stopped moving. The smile across her muzzle remained, and this unexplained happiness glided through her. "That was very nice, erm--" Just then, it occurred to Malachi that she never asked for the male's name. How rude of her, and her brows furrowed in slight annoyance. "Malachi," she blurted out, saying the first thought that came to her. To further prove what she meant to say, she lifted a big paw and pointed it towards her broad chest.
<style type="text/css">That was forgotten for a few moments as Mala quietly listened to the tune. It was very beautiful, and she almost wished she could just grab it from the air and string it around her like a necklace. Which, speaking of, the beads around her furry neck began to clack, and she found herself moving up and down on her paws to the beat of the flute. It was fun, and though her steps weren't visible in the beginning, the rest of her body began to sway to and fro as she looked into the sky, as if she could see the notes disappear into the clouds above.
When the male stopped playing the flute, she too stopped moving. The smile across her muzzle remained, and this unexplained happiness glided through her. "That was very nice, erm--" Just then, it occurred to Malachi that she never asked for the male's name. How rude of her, and her brows furrowed in slight annoyance. "Malachi," she blurted out, saying the first thought that came to her. To further prove what she meant to say, she lifted a big paw and pointed it towards her broad chest.
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