dancers to a discordant system

Helios D'Angelo · 06-05-2011, 07:31 PM

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Holding the acoustic at the neck of the fret board and on the bottom of the body, his grasp spun the acoustic around three hundred sixty degrees for a panoramic observation. The more Helios sought out minuscule faults that the acoustic encompassed, the more he concluded it was nothing simple fine tuning couldn't fix with the dexterity he had as an Optime. Plucking what strings were still assembled, there was an off tune note screeching from the frayed chords. Determining this was one object he simply couldn't leave behind, the acoustic light enough for him to carry it by the base of its fret's neck on the journey back to Anathema. Somewhat pleased with his newfound plaything, Helios was about to rummage about more until a blackened ear flicked, catching a voice that wasn't too far from earshot from his coordinates and possibly not too far from eyesight as well.

Inclining his head toward the source of the voice (in which the words seemed lyrical enough to not be addressing Helios directly), Helios' towering frame easily strode in several steps to the origin, to where the D'Angelo was met with a lanky and sinewy figure of a long haired Luperci, nearly as leggy as himself. Her pelt was longer than the typical wolf genes provided, hinting at a mixture of some other canine species that gave her a spindly frame. Wearing a sleeveless leather coat that seemed to draw attention to her height even more, there was a piece of paper held in her grasp, and Helios observed her doubtful manner toward it. Helios kept the grip of the acoustic by his side, keeping his head tilted slightly in curiosity to both herself and the words she repeated from the paper. "For species that drove themselves to extinction, they sounded like a fairly optimistic bunch, even in the end." Helios remarked, a small coquettish grin of amusement to his words resting on his dark maw.

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