we were halfway there

Bran Stormbringer · 03-05-2012, 03:38 PM

[html]

[393]
haaaaai -spaz face- Bran has a strong irish accent, so try to read his speech with an irish accent! haha

Bran is by Kiri!

The caramel troublemaker had settled on top of the boulder, his back flat against the rock, left leg crooked and right leg crossed over it so that the foot hung free and bobbed lightly as his tune continued. Brown eyes couldn't quite decided whether they wanted to be open or closed- instead they alternated between staring at the sky, searching for stars, and being closed in contentment of the sweet music playing. The soft hum in his throat was threatening to break out into a song, but the male didn't want to ruin the tune with his rough baritone voice. Plus, he would have had to have stopped playing the flute in order to sing, and the sweet melody was too delicious to stop. It created creamy tastes in the back of his mouth that were far too addicting. It was one of the reasons he preferred to play on his own- he could never show just how much he enjoyed the music in front of his brother.

He was lost in the music, the tastes springing forth at the back of his mouth and the bright splashes of silver across his eyelids. He could get lost in the patterns his colours made, but the night sky was beginning to release its selfish grip on the stars, releasing them one by one like a petulant child returning something stolen. Bran was lucky enough that the silver splashes remained once he opened his eyes, lighting up his view of the night like an orchestra. His silvery display was interrupted however as a dark zigzag of brown crossed his eyesight and he paused his musical ditty. At the same time, a musky taste assaulted his tongue before a russet wolf emerged from the trees around the lake. Bran sat up, a half-smile on his face as a wave was given, followed by a warm and meaty greeting.

Good evenin' to ye, laddie. M'names Bran Stormbringer"

The familiar taste of his own voice- deer meat mixed with a little sprig of rosemary that always seemed to fill him up. He made no move to get off the boulder, although he straightened up so he could look at the male properly. He looked to be about the same age as himself, strong and healthy with a collective pack scent to him that Bran could not yet place.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?