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Setting Location Form NPCs
Location: Anathema, Howling Caverns - Common Room

Date: ~26 August (Backdated)

Weather: Cold, and rocky

Time: unknown
Optime
Venom Trombetta
Serenade

Word Count → 817 :: I love the title, sorry for the wait there :3

So take this lung full of pure inspiration
Inhale this lung full to make me smile

Panda was in the common area of the Howling Caverns, because Venom had been putting on a small show for her by playing his guitar to her and the others who decided that they too, wanted to listen to the beautiful music that Venom was making. For a warrior, a Dasa, Venom spent a lot of time being with Panda, and instead of fighting, he picked flowers and herbs for Panda. Though when there needed to be a spar, Venom wasn't so quick to back down. He knew his job, and it wasn't like he wouldn't participate if invited, but there was little that Venom like to do that were actual jobs in the pack. If they had a witchdoctor tier in the pack, then maybe, just maybe Venom would actually be able to be more useful. He never would rise in rank if he continued doing what he was doing (which was doing the bare minimum to keep the Dasa rank) but it was not like many tried to disrespect the hulking 2 year old male. Venom's deep glares and acid tongue was also something that someone would not want brought upon them.

So while he played, she watched, because she was much too lazy to bring out her drumset and actually join the man in making music. She liked to just listen to the sounds he made, and listen to his voice as he sang along to his strumming on his guitar, for now, a sad song, slow, and almost mournful. It was a song that Panda had not heard him sing previously, and it made her cock her head lightly at him. He stared at her for a good minute or so as he played, and sung, and his focus was only broken by the need to look down to change his fingers to the right position. Soon his gaze swept over the small crowd of luperci that littered the room, all doing their individual tasks, some of them distracted by he, others ignoring his singing and playing. He cared not for the attention. He wasn't doing it for the attention really, he was doing it because he wanted to play, and Panda didn't want to be in the den for once, but she wanted to watch, so they decided to just come out and play where there was a lot of room to do so. The more that he played for Panda though, the more he could see that she too, wanted to play. He pushed a thought towards her, and this was why he was staring at her. He wanted her to play up here with him. He knew she'd be able to compliment him more than hurt him, so he tried to convince her to come up there with him and play. He knew she was shy with her drumset, but he also knew that she played very well, and that she could be convinced, with the right looks.

Panda was a rock though right now. So much of one that as soon as a new face entered the caves to the right of her, the dark chocolate gaze of the woman looked at a shadow pelted male with a bloodied bandage around his leg. The blood looked old, and Panda's medical experience caused her to sigh lightly at the stupidity at some of these wolves. She thought about how she would've been out of a job if some wolves didn't know about what to do when they are hurt so she shouldn't really be complaining. She watched the male though, not approaching at first. She was trying to remember his name, if she had met him before. She'd been here some time, and she knew faces, but names always escaped her. Especially if they'd seen each other but never talked, or just said a passing "hi" and kept going. Venom's song was soon to end though, and the ending notes caused Panda to look back at him once more, and she gave him a quick hand of applause and then she stood up and walked over to the slouching male on the wall.

Yo, dude. You okay? Your leg looks like it could use a new bandage. Maybe a proper examination of what's going on under there. Mind if I help? spoke Panda as bent over to get on the same level as the golden eyed male, and she looked the man in the eye, obviously not shy to display an act of dominance, as well as not shy enough when it came to her job. My name's Panda, I'm Corson of Anathema. You seem familiar though, from a long time ago. What's your name? the female spoke to him, continuing to look at him for a moment, waiting for his response.

Venom Speaks


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