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Playing the tune
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WC:305 OOC: :3 yaaay first Shaw post
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The first thing noticeable about Shawchert was the sounds coming from his direction, the sounds that came to the ears of any who was near him was irresistible. His mouth was to a fairly well crafted flute that he was playing proficiently as he walked. Ever since he had been kicked from his pack he decided to live life to its fullest. That meant doing what he liked best, and the reminder of the only one who cared about him was what made him happy. The other thing that was noticeable about Shawchert was his sheer size. He was not bulky or fat, but very tall, he was well built from living on his own, training with the sword his mother had given him. The third and strangest was the markings, he had dyed his natural color of a dark crimson to a maroon color. He was playing a soft slow tune as he moved from grass to sand. He noticed, stopping his onward march, seeing himself by a shore, and what a sight it was, he liked this. He’s been to beaches before, and some more beautiful than others, even this one, but he tried to appreciate everything. There was its own beauty you couldn’t find anywhere. He switched his tail and sat down. And played his flute a little, the echo from the lack of vegetation and the open seas. He liked the sound it made, and he kept playing. He was liking it here, he’d seen few of the territories right now, but something seemed to hold him here rather than move back out of the large peninsula area. The variety of areas that this place held was amazing. He didn’t think he could find any place like it and thought someday soon he might have a home of his own.
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