table by Silver! OOC: Fail Title is a fail D:WC:519
The russet male moved silently through the Cercatori forest, his eyes moving slowly around as he did so. He sighed softly, as he gave a sigh of boredom, and watched the visibly carbon dioxide float away slowly until it disappeared. Today was a cold morning, but it seemed that there might be a small chance of warmth and sun. He hoped so, it would feel pretty good to have warm fur for once. This male, Fallen, was walking quietly, until he made his way to Thornbury. He gave a small sigh in relief and slight victory, for once, he hadn't got lost. But, now, he had nothing to do. Fallen walked through the town, looking at various houses, stores, and such, simply walking with slight boredom in his single teal eye. He wandered until he came to a few empty houses, broken down, but still in fine shape. Fallen soon came upon a stone house, in good shape, but could use quite a bit fixing up. Fallen stopped in front of this house, and looked at it for a minute. Fallen then took in a small breath, and ventured into the house.
Fallen went through the imaginary door, and looked inside the empty house. There was nothing, except some snow on the ground from a few holes in the roof. There seemed to be three rooms, and a basement. Fallen walked around the wood floor, hearing them squeak, and instantly being carefully, so he would somehow fall through the floor. No, Fallen truly wasn't interested in the house, no, he was really interested in the wood, if there happened to be any pieces. He was looking for wood to hopefully make a violin, but, of course, he would have to get someone else to do it, he wasn't good with wood, metal, stuff like that. Fallen sighed with slight sadness as he found nothing for use. He stepped out of the third room, and wondered if he should go up to the attic. No, he wouldn't take the risk, as he shook his head no, and walked out of the house. He looked at the house once more, before walking around a bit more, searching for supplies and such.
His supply searching soon came to an end, as he leaned against one of the many shacks, some broken down, due to huge windstorms and such. He leaned against the remains of one, his jeaned legs crossing, and his arms crossing too. He reached into his bag, and pulled out the remains of his old violin. He touched the presious wood, feeling the curves that were still in the shape of a violin. He looked at the pieces he had, the back, but he liked to use that for herbs, so he would like the create a new one. He still had the finger board and neck, and the scrolls. He would need pegs and a few other things. He also still had his complete bow, he would just need new horse hair. He sighed, as he pulled his fedora a bit tighter over his head, thinking a bit harder.
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