02-03-2008, 01:08 AM
Midtown lyrics. *point*
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It was a quite impromptu sort of adventure that had taken Valentine out of the pack for the day. The mid-afternoon sky was already fading fast towards sunset, and he was rounding off the last couple of miles before the heart of the territory and the den that housed him. He couldn't help but think to himself that spring would be after them soon, but unfortunately couldn't really draw up any memories of it from when he had been there. Yet he had been born in the middle of spring; his birthday was creeping up just as fast.[/html]
Winding down the paths of the archaic-seeming forest, he mingled easily with the evergreens and spruces, paying little heed to the varied kinds of wood in the forest. He was focused on getting home and getting out of the cold, toying more with an important find that was more his thing; a banjo. How on earth he always managed to uncover the strangest things out of the human city was anyone's guess, but it was the banjo which was oddly enough, his instrument of choice. But before he could even begin to think of how much tuning and attention it would need, something else caught his eye on the path ahead of him.
The dying light of the sun cast shadows all around the both of them, though in a way it only seemed to give luminescence to the particular hardwood tree that the boy sat against. If it hadn't been for the way he was coiled up on the snow at the base of the tree, Valentine may not have even noticed him. Instead he stopped a bit short on the lumpy inclined he was on as a blank expression set on his face. Was… he crying? “Hey, kid, what's wrong?”