Stranger in a Strange Land

Bao Di Luca · 12-26-2010, 11:21 PM

[html]Gotta love Thirty Seconds To Mars. Sorry for the lack of table, all his old ones say Hanley on them.

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The place held a wonderful silence something he wasn't able to attain in a long time. His breath came out in ragged puffs as he lightly stepped around graves careful to tread over them something his mother had taught him not to do believing he'd be cursed if he did. Well, his mother believed he would be, he did not. What a silly woman his mother was. His steps stopped as he settled if front of one of the few graves that hadn't crumbled away and crouched in front of it as he pulled part of his shirt back up his shoulder as it slipped down his arm from the movement. He glared at the words carved into the stone trying to figure what it said, though he could speak it he could not read English.

He continued to sit there mouth moving as if trying to mouth the ineligible words, but he soon grew ever frustrated standing up and giving the headstone a good, swift kick before leaving the spot. Who needed to read it, anyway? English was a lesser language compared to the beautiful words of Italian in his mind. As long he could speak it he didn't need to read it. He moved along silently glancing at headstones here and there until he stopped again, looking up. An angle statue carved out of black rock stood before him parts of the wings broken off over the years. It was grounded. The boy stared up at it fascinated by the piece having no clue what it was.

Eyes squeezed shut and he turned shaking his head to clear his head before moving on again. He'd been to distracted lately, curiosity too high. He continued to look around, even if the silence was all too welcomed it was slightly eerie. Knowing that ever tiny remains of something that ruled the world so long ago was too present in his mind. Bao knew little about "humans" and glad he did. The boy did not like that fact the something ruled the world before the canine it irritate him a lot in fact. Then again a lot of things got him miffed.

Another clear, ragged puff came from his mouth as the winter's chill finally start settling into his body. His fur wasn't thick to begin with and his winter coat was only slightly thicker leaving him vulnerable to wind's cold effects. A groan rumble din his throat as he leaned his head back when he came to a sudden stand still as he remembered the statue. The piece struck something in him making him feel frustrated and not knowing what he wanted to do about his current status. Alone in a still unfamiliar land and not able to do his "job" made him feel a bit empty, a thing without a purpose. Another groan echoed, he had to stop thinking about his worries. He'd surely find what he had to do soon.

Another cold wind swept over the area his shirt and tail flailing limply in the wind giving him a little shiver. Bao lowered his head and looked around which way did he come from? He gave a snort he wouldn't worry about it now. Pressing his ears back against his head to shield them from the cold he wander deeper into the cemetery.

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Ouija D'Angelo · 01-03-2011, 12:57 AM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Kahilli; It is fine hun it doesn't bother me and yes, 30STM is love; 549 words

Ouija had moved into the cemetery some time ago. He wasn't sure when exactly but he had come here to try to replicate something that he had seen. And well, it gave him some time away from the pack. Not that anyone tended to really bother him there. But still he liked his alone time every now and again. He liked just being able to get away. And well this was his get away. This was his alone time to do whatever he wanted. Though he hoped the low embers that had been gated away in the fireplace of the lodge would remain lit yet not dangerous. After all all his weeks of work was in there. It was being cured or dried or just waiting to be traded off. He really wouldn't want to lose all of that hard work while he took some time away for himself.

"Le ciel bleu sur nous peut s'effondrer. Et la Terre peut bien s'écrouler. Peut m'importe si tu m'aimes. Je me fous du monde entier." The words of the song left his lips. He had heard it before in New Brunswick. Actually it had been a female that he was courting to have taught it to him. Still it was something that he wouldn't let others know about. He didn't really think he had much of a singing voice and so he kept it to himself, only singing when he figured himself to be alone and a place he wasn't like the be disturbed. "Tant que l'amour inondera mes matins. Tant que mon corps frémira sous tes mains. Peut m'importent les problèmes. Mon amour puisque tu m'aimes." The song had nothing at all to do with what he was working on. But that was because he wasn't making a love doll. Or well, one that served any real purpose. Though maybe later, when the season came around, he could fill it full of flora that would bring about good luck.

He leaned his back against the headstone as he worked. Eyes would glance up to stare across the headstones to seek out the angel. He was working on stitching up the pelt of an ermine and he had wings of some white foul to add to it in order to try and replicate what he was seeing. Down beside him a bunny sat. Of course it wasn't a live one but just the pelt of a white rabbit that he and stuffed to make it retain it's bunny like shape, with the ears still atop the head. It was because of the bunny that he had come to the graveyard in the first place. He wanted to add in some dried out flowers that he had found so that it would have something of a pleasant scent to it. And from there he had just noticed something else that he wanted to try his hand at. It was for no one special and so he wasn't too worried about mistakes though it had been driven into him to complete perfectly whatever he set his mind to do. Still no one else was meant to see it and he figured that it would be okay if there were minor mistakes since it was something new, combing parts of one animal to another.

Bao Di Luca · 01-15-2011, 11:56 PM

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OOC Argh, I have no idea why I'm suddenly having Bao have bursts of random anger. :x Edit: Stupid line is stupid... WC: 559

The angel kept chewing at his mind, bugging him for stupid little reasons unknown to him. Oh, he was going insane, wasn't he? Letting nothing but a mere piece of stone get to him, truly that was a sign of insanity? Surely it was... A chilling wind wrapped up his feet snaking up and around his body as he wandered mindlessly, did Italy get this cold? How shameful he felt for forgetting such little details of his home land. This Canada place sure was freezing... Bao much preferred the breeze of summer over the cold bite of winter.

That angel... He just couldn't leave it from his mind, why just why? To him it represented something, but what? Just... It was grounded. That was it just like him and the smoke of a cigarette no matter how much it tried it would always be held down by one thing. So... He sympathized with a hunk of rock? Truly he was going insane. Truly and surely insane. Turning on his heels he started back for the angel because he just had to do something to it probably ground it even further and try breaking the rest of the wings. This was simply revenge for it sticking in his mind and driving him crazy. At least that's what he told himself.

This wretched graveyard all looked the same it took him several times looping around until he came back to the angel. When the boy laid eyes on the stone all want of breaking it vanished, he could not punish a stupid object for things he felt. That was just silly wanting to do that and if Baako were here they'd surely hit him for such childish anger. Definitely they would him. An amused snort exited his nose, oh, how many hits from Baako he received in past. How were they? Happy, he hoped.

The notes of another's singing finally hit his ears and he turned his head at the sound the voice sounded rather deep, another male? Then again he did know a female who could sing with a marvelously deep voice... But, of course, she wasn't here, ah, stupid thoughts, it was definitely that of his gender. Was this one from Europe also? ...Er, French was it? Was that the tongue of the singer? This would be tricky, then, he knew nothing of French tongue. His musings ended as the voice seemed to disappear, oh, how sad. He quite enjoyed it, music was a lovely thing.

Turning his body slightly he tried to pinpoint where the voice sounded; he very much wanted to meet someone with vocal talents. Even if conversing with another wasn't his favorite he'd make sure to chat them up? Highly unlikely he was not a "chatty cathy ." Finally he just gave up and ended to where he thought he heard the voice. Surely his since of direction wasn't that bad?

Usually what absent minded roaming he did never paid off, but it seemed to now as he crossed upon the...multi colored wolf? Huh, odd. Many Luperci dyed their manes, but this... What was this? Moreover the faint smell of D'Arte linger on him a bit clouded by the various smells the dyes gave off. A bit Bao was relieved, a fellow pack member was easier to talk with in his eyes.

"Tu stai cantato?"

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