Kicks and punches

Shawchert Menue · 12-03-2011, 08:38 AM

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Word Count → 339 :: OOC: I'm so sorry that i'm late with this, but I hope you enjoy Big Grin

Shawchert wasn’t to busy to see what things lie around him, yes he may have been daydreaming about how Orin would react to the fine meal and the question he had for her, so when he saw white against the dead brown of the forest zip behind a tree Shawchert stopped in mid track, perhaps if she had slowly moved away he may not have noticed so well, but he didn’t even have to see her for her scent. Shawchert stopped in his tracks, having this situation before, it was back before he had been in souls’ though he had many people fear his height they weren’t afraid after a talk, but those that ran away, well, they were not going to talk, so taking his time and sitting down, he pulled the flute from around his neck. He rarely played these days but he was no where out of practice as he put the wooden instrument to his lips and started playing.

The notes were soft, low, and serene. They made him feel happy on the inside, and he had first heard notes much like thse from his mother, but on a different instrument. He thought the flute was much more powerful in that sense and he played slow and long, even if she left, it wasn’t like he was going to attack her, after all he was sitting down with his hand full. His legs crossed over one another so it wasn’t likely he would have an easy time getting up. He didn’t like anyone assuming him to be thea beast of the forest, not unless they meant others harm, then he really was one. On the outside though he was a gentle kind man, albeit clueless most of the time. He continued to play, his eyes half closed but they were scanning the area concealed by his eyelids. His ears perked forward as a sign of friendship. He hoped the scared white wolf would come out and know that he was nothing to fear.

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