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he’d been moving around the city, though never entering it for a few days now. Shawchert was a very skeptical wolf when it came to things that were built larger than trees. He doubted any of the buildings were structurally sound, he’d seen a tree fall over just from the wind. He couldn’t imagine what would happen with a building of that size. He took a deep breath though, plucked up his courage and began walking in. he wasn’t sure why he was going in, other than he knew that this huge place… it had so many treasures in it that he shouldn’t pass up the opportunity. He walked in the now overgrown city, he could tell many different wolves had been here taking what they found. He wondered if there would be much left… but then he remembered the size of the city itself, there weren’t enough wolves to loot a city this size… yet. As he moved further in the signs of plant life didn’t change much he could tell they had been thicker at the beginning, but now it seemed a steady growth within the city itself. He did not have his flute to his lips this time, due to the uneasiness his body felt, he wouldn’t have been able to perform a good song with the jitters. He soon faced a store he knew he’d come to. He had been to one of these in another city, and had a great find, something he would cherish his whole life. He wondered if there was something in here that he could find, maybe for someone else? Maybe his pack he was hoping to form could play music all day. He smiled a that, as he thought of the pack his own father would disapprove of. He’d make sure he’d get further than just thought though. Shawchert was an ambitious wolf. He moved further into the store, and saw a few displays of old items. The displays were rotting or had weather damage from the broken window, or were eaten by termites, at least the wood, any metals mostly rusted away from the elements. He knew the best stuff was in the back but there was always something interesting that could still be of use right here.

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Finding nothing of interest in the front room, he started towards the back until he spotted a case, one much like his flutes case which was packed neatly in his shoulder bag he carried a long with him at all times, except this was much bigger, turning a curious head, he moved to the strangely shaped case, knowing what it was just but the odd shape it produced, but he wanted to know what it looked like, and most of all what it sounded like. Everything else was forgotten, his fear of the tall buildings, his alertness all gone with one look of the black case. He wasted no time in opening the thing, where it held what looked like a pristine guitar. He couldn’t help but be at awe at its preservation. He picked it up, he could hear the hallow wood resist in his paws as he sat it on a knee, which was now propped up on a counter, using a claw he lightly swept his fingers over the tightened strings and out came a sound, one that vibrated throughout the old shop and out into the street. His ears thought of it as aweful, it surely needed a tuning, and as he’d watched his own mother tune her guitar, he knew how to do at least that. She never taught him the guitar, and Shaw never knew why, but he wasn’t disappointed, although he did want to just up and play something on it. He turn the small knobs at the end of the guitar, as he plucked one string at a time, making it so that it sounded right in his ears. He strummed it every so often, and soon heard what the guitar was made for a beautiful tone that filld his ears, and soon he started lightly moving his hands up and down on the strings making a soft noise that could easily be heard. It was music, and that’s what he loved. If only he knew more wolves that were more wolves who did appreciate the sounds that came from the the instruments humans made a long long time ago. He’d met one who sparked his interest in a formation of a pack, but for now that’s all it was. He strummed it again, not knowing exactly how to play the instrument, just enjoying the sounds that came from it, missing his mother all the more, the only thing that kept him sane all the time he’d been in his old pack. Now she kept him sane through the music he played on his flute, but the guitar was different. He didn’t feel any special bond to the item itself, just the sound it made.

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Shawchert was by far not adept at the guitar at all but just playing all the cords at once made him feel at home. He smiled proud at the sounds that came from the guitar. Glad he could make it into a beautiful instrument once again. Then he heard a voice and his head shot up, he’d been so obsorbed in the sound the guitar he was tuning he hadn’t heard anyone come near him. He then smiled, less alarmed than normal. She was a fair furred creature, not much to her that he could distinguish other than the fur was a tapering color all over her body and it did so in such a way she looked like a whisp of a light brown cloud sitting in the dusty old store. That and she was quite a short little thing.

Good day, beautiful day for a little music don’t you think?

He asked, setting the guitar in his lap, he wanted to make her feel comfortable so he did not rise, he knew his massive size was quite intimidating to normal sized luperci, he could imagine how it would be like for the shorter ones. He dipped his head in a bow as he said

My name is Shawchert,

He did not ask her name, but he was sure he’d get it eventually, for now he wanted to make her comfortable, he was that type of wolf, where he would go out of his way just to help a stranger no matter how big the task.

OOC: OMFG slap me if I’m ever this late again!!!!!!!! Especially if you see me posting in other theads, it seemed the stupid board said this thead was already read so I didn’t even click on it… shaw feels bad now ; ;

Shaw’s smile grew wider as she introduced himself, it seemed he didn’t scare her, but she was quite intrigued by the guitar, he wasn’t ever really going to learn to play one, well maybe if he had someone to learn with, but he was a flute player, that’s what he’d been taught, that was what he liked best of all.

It’s very nice to meet you.

He said, he watched as she leaned on an old display, hoping it could hold up, he knew that the old buildings were standing but over time things got quite fragile, he watched her though, her small frame seemed to fit fine and he relaxed.

Oh you have? I’m not much of a guitar player, I actually found this in a case, I remembered my mother loved playing these, but I like the flute a bit more than that.

He said, he watched as she moved the dust around, and that was when he got a great idea. He pulled himself up and had to crouch a little as he moved to the smaller wolf. He set the guitar in front of her. He didn’t need it himself, and it would give him pleasure to give something to another. He didn’t own the guitar but it hadn’t been used in the 20 some odd years so giving something he only had for a few minutes wasn’t going to make him sad.

Here you go, I think you could find better use of it. I’m not much of a guitarist, but you seem interested. I can’t really teach you how to play it though.

He said. He did wish he could help her with that, but he only knew how to tune the thing. He pulled his flute from his bag and showed her. He’d made it himself out of wood, it was simple, but still a bit crafty.

This is what I like to play.

He put the flute to his mouth and let out some soft tunes, before putting it down and smiling once again, talking about the music around him was great, especially music he didn’t know or new music that had a cultural meaning.