chasing dreams on broken wings

Bran Stormbringer · 04-06-2012, 09:24 AM

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Dark chocolate paws tapped on the earthen ground, a rhythm that had shaken itself free this morning and refused to budge from his body. Dark chocolate paws held one of his most prized possessions- the guitar that his Uncle Emeris had crafted for him. It needed tuning regularly, the horse-hair strings that baffled him often wriggled loose from their bindings often. As it was, the tan and chocolate male spent a good moment or two each time he got the guitar out to play, tuning, listening, tweaking and adjusting until he was more than satisfied that it sounded alright to him. Niernan, on the other hand, didn't share his passion for music and had been keen on setting off, to wherever it was that they would be going today. Bran rarely paid attention to where the dark furred body of his brother was taking him, and he was usually content to set up camp each night, non the wiser as to where they had actually ended up. They had, however, stayed in the shelter of the trees for the majority of the time that they had been here, and it was Bran's belief that they were actually lost, roaming around until they eventually got spewed out by the Dampwoods, having had enough of its canine visitors.

The visualisation of that made him chuckle, the sound of his amusement sending bright white triangles dancing across his vision. Momentarily distracted by the colours and shapes, Bran paused, his dark paws halting in their tapping jig and the body of his brother rounding a corner and leaving him on his own. He smiled softly, before allowing rough baritones to escape his lips, one of the many songs his Uncle had taught him, as well as the tune that went with it. The notes of the guitar were pleasing to him- dark terracotta spirals, interlaced with a burnt red starburst every now and then. As well as these, he also had the dark hue of his own voice, a mixture of meaty deliciousness and a lighter sprig of something herby that Bran enjoyed. In that respect, the contrasting male enjoyed the sound, and taste, of his own voice and although no-one but his brother knew of his sounds, tastes, colours and shapes, he would have liked to have told someone that he didn't just speak because he was vain.

The song was coming to a crescendo, and Bran threw himself in it, eyes closed, blindly walking forward. It didn't occur to him that his brother might have had something to say about it. Ears flashed forward as the sound of something whistling through the air caused blue and white streaks to dance across his eyes. He opened them, just in time to see a large pine nut careening through the air, straight for his face. It was a shame he didn't have time to duck, or move, because the yelp that escaped his throat when the nut hit his nose caused dark orange zigzags across his vision. Pain caused a specific sound in his mind, a high pitched sound that irritated his ears. With a snarl, he moved forward, slipping his guitar around his back as he took off after his brother. It took only a few moments before he came to a crashing stop however, the resonating tones of his cousin echoing through his brain, a mixture of tastes and smells assaulting him, he couldn't make out one from the other.

Dropping to the floor, Bran covered his ears for a moment, trying hard to escape the sensory overload that his cousins voice caused. It took him a few moments, but he was able to stand once more, eyes pulsing a harsh green as he moved towards his brother. With a harsh slap aimed to the back of his brothers head, he continued on, not caring whether his blow had caught his brother or not. They clearly had somewhere to be. Cummon Nier, we gotta place t'be. He said simply, eyes still painful as he walked in the direction of the howl, aiming a kick towards the dark tabby cat that was in his way.

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