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Fallen · 01-07-2011, 01:32 AM

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A plain dark shadow, creeping through the night, with bright toxic eyes staring hungrily upon... the tree. Fallen stopped in front of a swaying spruce tree, his eyes blank, but they had light excitement. Spruce was used to make the instrument that he played, that he lived, that made his heart beat... a violin. He wasn't a fiddler, in fact, he almost never fiddled, it didn't feel right for such a beautiful instrument to play such rowdy and loud songs. He sat upon his bottom, his legs if front of him, one on top of another. He looked upon the tree, the great tree, that may even be used to make an instrument one day. He sighed contently, as his paws were behind him, keeping him from laying on the ground. Not to long ago, the minimal speaking male got accepted in to the pack, the pack of singers and dancers, the pack of music and writers. Craftsmen and Painters. So many, it almost overwhelmed Fallen to a great extend, but he knew which he wanted almost instantly. Music. Music was his heart beat, the breathe from his mouth and nose. The blood flowing through his body, was produced by the music. He wouldn't be alive without it. He wouldn't want to be alive without it. He sighed with gentle gusto, as the leaves rustled and the branches swayed, making their own music of nature, as he laid his head upon the grassy ground, his green eye towards the bright blue sky. He blew his bangs away from his socket, letting the dead skin and empty hole appear to the world. This was unusual, but it needed air. No one was around to gasp or shriek, no females to think he was a mad man, and one of his victims just happened to take his eye. No males to criticize about his ugly scars, no pups to run away, begging for their mums. He closed his eye for a second, before he was taken away, into the land of his mind.

A place where his siblings were at peace with each other, Chain wasn't jelous of Fallen, Sila was there too, no longer kidnapped, she was happy, and full of sisterly love for her brothers. Fallen had his other eye, which worked with great ease. He had a normal face, a normal personality, normal skills, and a loving family. His parents were there, everyone he had once cherished with his heart. Not anymore.... The image broke, his family in millions of pieces, throw into the pits of despair. Fallen was alone, in pure blankness. But now, both of his eyes were missing. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear, he couldn't do anything. Soon, he went black, too. That's when he woke up, back into reality. He was sweating slightly, but he shook it off, quickly adjusting his bangs back into place. He had that dream quite often, he never understood the meaning, but it frightened him. He was scared of his future and past, but he couldn't escape them, no matter how hard. He stood up, upon his long, strong legs, and began to sing a little song, "Hush little baby, now don't you say a word. Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird. If that mockingbird won't sing,Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring. If that looking glass gets broke, Mama's going to buy you a billy goat. If that billy goat won't pull, Mama's going to buy you a cart and bull. If that cart and bull turn over, Mama's going to buy you a dog named Rover. If that dog named Rover won't bark,
Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart. If that horse and cart fall down, You'll still be the sweetest little boy in town. So hush little baby, don't you cry, Mama loves you and so do I," Fallen sung with his eerily deepish voice, of light tones and gentle tunes. His mother sung this to him when he was young, but it was his song. Sila and Chain had their owns, but he felt as if his was truly heartfelt. Fallen looked to the sky, his eyes with a light tone of sadness, but otherwise, blank.

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Ouija D'Angelo · 01-09-2011, 11:15 PM

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Ouija didn't have a special song. Okay, he had one but it hadn't came from his mother. It was something taught to him by a female that he had been courting at the time. She had given him the words to sing. Of course it didn't hold the same meaning to him as Fallen's song did to him. Both songs spoke of love though different aspects of it. One of a mother's love for her child and the other spoke of a love between two beings. Though each song spoke of the lengthy extents at which they would go to prove their love for the one that the song was given to. Of course Ouija's love didn't last. At least not in the sense that some serious relationship was formed. Still he loved her in his own special way. But then again Ouija had love for everyone. He believed in free love and sharing it with all. He didn't believe that just because you loved one person then you couldn't love another as well. No, there were all forms of love in his mind. He believe that you could love others without having to be "in" love. That there was a difference. And so far he had never had that "in" love experience. The one where you forgot about life before that one special person. The one where you didn't mind hanging around after physical love was shared between two bodies. He was much too active to just laze about. It was something that he had grownup with, taught to have always been busy rather than idle.

The male had been making his way through the forest on his way to the oasis so that he could collect more water in order to continue his work. He liked to try and keep a few extra buckets of water around just in case he got lucky and found a few more animals whose pelts he could add to his collection. Of course he didn't just toss out the meat or any of that. No, he had taken to drying that out and making jerky so that he would have food to last longer than a single kill would. And he was chewing on a piece of that jerky that he held in one hand for he carried the wooden bucket that he wished to fill in the other. And of course his path detoured once he heard the melody placed in the air. It wasn't a voice that he recognized but it wasn't that which had drawn his attention but rather the lyrics instead. The words were quite peculiar and odd to the blood splattered male. So forgetting his task for the moment he made to go find the owner of the voice instead.

Through a break in the trees, that of course gave way to more trees beyond, he saw a male with a brown pelt that had a hint of warmth along with that earthen color. Of course he was only seeing the other from the back and so he couldn't see the facial scarring. No, his eyes traveled down that lean frame to the shapely bottom that possessed a thick and fluffy tail, one which he certainly mind running his fingers through, and on down to those strong and pristine white colored legs before slowly making the travel right on back up the other's body. Such a lovely body indeed.

"If you were Mama then I would be such a spoiled little boy." The male finally spoke up to allow his presence to be known. Of course he moved his large and tall body, being in Optime form, towards the other. He had no idea who the fellow was or if he even belonged. But then it wasn't like Ouija knew all that stayed within the pack. They all seemed to pretty much live separate lives. There wasn't much effort to bring them all together. And well, Ouija had been keeping himself to busy to even care about getting to know the others in the pack. Lately there was always a fire going in the hunting lodge and so the smoke would be easily smelled but no one ever came to investigate what was going on.

Fallen · 01-10-2011, 12:47 AM

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The hazelish colored male stood in his Optime form, which was oddly not that large. He wasn't a small boy, he was a good medium size, but he still felt short, well, at least to Shawchert when he had met him. Shawchert was a giant to Fallen, but he respected the brute, Shawchert was fairly good at flute. Fallen sighed then, after thinking of the gentle tones of the flute, he missed the violin. He yearned for the feeling of wood on his hand, the feeling of strings beneath his claws, the bow sliding gracefully, back and forth across the strings. A gorgeous instrument, the violin was to Fallen, when he was younger, he had doubted himself worthy for such a beautiful instrument. But that had changed, once the stringed instrument was in his paws, he felt more then worthy, it felt as if fate brought the old instrument and the young male together. Fallen sighed once again, before he soon began to hum another light tune, but his peace, was soon interrupted. He stopped the light tune he was humming, before a heavy scent came upon his nose.... a meaty scent... a jerky scent. Fallen sniffed once more, before an eyebrow gently lifted in light confusion, but it was soon gone, when a scent of a wolf came upon his nostrils. He growled softly, but the sound was soon calmed, Fallen guessed perhaps it could be a pack mate, one he had yet to meet, that was most likely the answer, considering he had only met Sir Shawchert so far. Fallen turned, his bangs slightly lifted, before they fell back upon his empty eye socket, his normal green eye looking into the shadows, the light pink scar upon his remaining eye shining under light sunlight. Fallen didn't say a word, but his question and hypothesis was soon answered. A male, larger then him, which almost every male was, but this male, how unique! A mass of colors this male was! The jerky smell came from him, making Fallen's mouth lightly water, but Fallen ignored that. Fallen had but cargo pants on, a slight beat up pair, but those were his favorite, and, at the moment, his only clothes. Fallen looked at this male with his grassy eye, as he looked upon the bright colored male, but the male spoke before Fallen could speak. "If you were Mama then I would be such a spoiled little boy," The male seemed to be attempting to joke of Fallen's birth song, in which Fallen gave a mere chuckle. A blank look upon his green eye, Fallen lightly flipped his bangs, due to the longest piece of hair poking his eye uncomfortably, slightly revealing the empty socket.

Fallen stared at the brute for a moment more, before speaking in his oddly perfect toned voice, right in between the pitch of high and low, " I hope I am not a mother, and how could I produce someone as colorful as you?...," Fallen simply said, a slightly amused look upon his green orb, before he began to speak again, with a light blunt tone, "Are you of Cercatori? If you are, which I assume, I am Fallen, violinist, yet, I am without a violin," Fallen added at the end of his sentence, before looking upon the rainbow brute, searching for questions upon the colorful pelted wolf.

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Ouija D'Angelo · 01-19-2011, 03:00 AM

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Ouija had an inch on his male leader. His height came from his grandfather though. He wasn't quite as tall as that giant of a wolf had been but he was certainly the largest in the cult that he had come from. His mother was quite small in comparison to him. Actually his mom was small when compared to most actually. His sister was taller than their mother as well. His mother's petite size just made her even more endearing. But who didn't love the canine that gave them life? Especially when they were as sweet and loving as his own. He missed her, not certain of what had happened to her. He didn't know what had happened to any of his family actually. He had lost friends as well and so he had to start all over here. Which is a reason why he kept himself as busy as he did so that he couldn't dwell on the recent past. He had to forget about New Brunswick and make due in Nova Scotia instead.

Ouija wore no clothing at all, not unless the snakeskin gris gris about his neck was considered as a part of that. He had no need for clothing when his own fur could prove to be too warm for him at times. But then again he had constantly been working near a fire lately. It was no wonder that being trapped in a wooden building with fire and a thick pelt would cause him to be overly warm. Noticing the way that the other had eyed his piece of jerky he held out the strip in offering. "Here you go, sexy. I've got more at the lodge. Didn't bring too much with me since I was only on a run to get more water." He smiled, being sincere with his gesture. He had noticed the empty eye socket in the brief time that it had been presented and simply found it to be endearing to say the least.

"Well I am glad you aren't. My mother wasn't anywhere are colorful as you. And if I do say so myself, you certainly win out in the beauty portion as well." But then again he had a thing for those that were more than a single color and like him his mother was only born with one. She kept her coat that way while he did not. "Well some spring I can show you exactly how. Nothing is a better teacher than some hands on experience." And he certainly wouldn't mind those hands on him. But perhaps he was being too forward. He simply couldn't help himself. He wasn't used to those that were marked up and it simply stirred something inside of him. He wanted to know just how those scars felt beneath his fingertips. Just how that empty socket would taste and feel under the ministrations of his tongue.

He had to pull his mind from such thoughts as he was questioned and the other male ended up introducing himself. But before he could answer he noticed the other looking him over. He bit his tongue before he could ask the other canine if he saw something that he liked. "I mean it. Come spring when all the plants are in bloom again I will show you exactly how to dye. You are too beautiful to change so you can just practice on me. There is no way that you can mess up." After all he didn't have any certain pattern to what he did. He just used whatever colors he could find and splashed them anywhere and everywhere upon himself. And his words were spoken with sincerity to them, no longer exactly flirting any longer. Sure, it was still on his mind but he knew how to be serious as well. If the other was interested then he would teach him. He just didn't have anything to teach with at the moment.

"But yes, I am of Cercatori D'Arte. Have been here since the founding. The name is Ouija and I have no musical talent." At least he didn't believe that he did. Sure, he sang on occasion but that was only for himself. He had never allowed anyone else to hear that. He really didn't imagine himself to have the voice for it. But he had never thought to get a second opinion on it. That would be entirely too embarrassing. If it wasn't liked then there was no way that he could change his voice. He'd rather be judged on what he could make with his hands. That way he could scrap what wasn't liked and just start all over. With vocal talent you either had it or you did not.

Fallen · 01-21-2011, 01:48 AM

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This male was quite tall, at least compared to Fallen. He thought Shawchert was tall, this male was even taller then him. His clear green eye watched him with calm ease, scratching his ear easily, moving the earrings in his ear's slightly, but nothing painful. He smoothed his thick bangs with ease, hoping to cover the blemish of the empty socket with his thick bangs. He still wasn't sure about this territory, he was still venturing, looking for places, learning the land. He also collect things along the way, sticks, stones, little trinkets that he sometimes found. It was a fine territory, a place that he could for sure get used to. It seemed slightly like his homeland, and a light pang hit his locked heart, a thought of his family, but it quickly got deflected, from the chains and barriers that covered the weak place of his. His land was around a warm place, he couldn't really remember the name of the place, he was slightly forgetful, or maybe he just didn't want to remember the pain of his homeland, the place that he escaped. He sighed with ease, his eye flicking towards the blue sky for a minute, but they soon flicked back to the Rainbow. Quite a mixture, most likely random, although, he did kinda like the odd mixtures of so many colors, that seemed to be splattered upon this male's fur. A true rainbow. He gave a light, small smile to himself, but it quick disappeared, as he fixed his deer fur jacket, that seemed to be slightly awkward.

This male, this colorful splatter, was wearing close to no clothes, except something around his neck, that looked to be from a snake, due to the slightly shiny skin. Fallen looked at the male for a moment, before his eye flicked to the sky once more. ' A, F sharp, D, E, A, F minor, G.... Stop!.' He had just came to this territory, and yet, he was already thinking of playing. Playing the magical that echoed through those fine metal strings, the horse hairs of the bow sliding with grace against the strings, causing music to be born. The long wood neck that felt oh so fine beneath his paws, feeling the cool violin against his furry jaw. He shook his head slightly, and he soon came back, due to the male offering him meat, which enchanted his nose with meaty goodness. Fallen listened to the male's smooth talking, and he chuckled softly, but, he also slightly turned his head, due to hearing the word 'lodge.'

"Thanks, haven't been called 'Sexy' in awhile...."

He chuckled lightly at the comment, as if he was simply let it slide off. He then asked the question that he wished to ask, he still wasn't quite sure with those whole area.

"Lodge? Hmm, haven't come across the town here or anything... Eh, I get lost easily....,"

He gave an easy chuckle, and watched as Ouija smiled, sincere and he seemed to be calm.

Fallen chuckled, and simply didn't say a thing once he finished. This male seemed to be complimenting him, and what seemed to be... Flirting. Of course, Fallen didn't have much knowledge in such a thing, He had never attempted the act of flirting with someone, or trying to court someone either. He had no experience. Period. He blinked as he offered to teach Fallen how to dye fur, and Fallen nodded, as if a thank you, and that was a yes. He would like to learn, it seemed... Fun. Who knows, he may know more healing qualities, if he went with this male to find the herbs for it. Fallen shivered lightly, it was slightly cold. Fallen had a bit of thiner fur, he was from a warmer place, he didn't like to be cold. He pulled the coat tighter around him. His skin was used to warmer environment, so of course, It would naturally thin the fur slightly, just so he wouldn't be as warm, he adjusted to his environment. Although, it would take a bit longer for him to adjust to this slightly colder one.

His eye flicked back to the male, the teal orb laying simply on his shoulder, or up to his nose. He didn't want to look him in the eyes, or anywhere else, maybe his feet. His eyes flicked over to his eyes for a second, before listening to the male, still watching him, his eye focused with a clear eyesight. He listened, and then gave a soft chuckle, close to a jingle of a bell, just not as high pitched, and a bit lower, but of a perfect pitch.

"Oh, I am not only sexy, but now I am to beautiful to be covered in purple?"

Fallen joked lightly, he could actually imagine himself as pure purple, now, that would be funny. That would be quite funny for Fallen to dye another's fur, since he had close to no painting talent, he wondered if it would affect his way to dye. Sure, he had talent in singing, acting, and playing the violin, but when it came to painting, zero talent.

"Don't blame it on me if I dye you all purple....,"

He grumbled softly to himself, a light humor in his voice.

He nodded, he had assumed that this male was of this territory, he seemed to be, otherwise, if he didn't he would most likely have trouble walking around, most likely getting lost, or it was just Fallen, and he had a bad sense of direction. Most likely both, but Fallen really did suck at directions. Tell him to go right, he will go left. Tell him to go down, he will go up. He was just like that sometimes. He learned Rainbow's name was Ouija, he thought for sure it would be Splatter or Rainbow.... Or Colorful. Something like that. Fallen shrugged to himself, and then lifted an eyebrow, and snapped softly. 'An Eye for an eye... But then I wouldn't have any.... I am off topic now!,' He thought to himself before speaking easily,

"Hmm, since you will be teaching me how to dye in the spring, once I get a violin, I can try to teach you to play. That seems like a good idea, Hmm?,"

Fallen offered the idea with a slightly sparkling teal eye, as he sent out one of his medium sized hands(most likely small compared to Ouija's) for him to shake, for a deal. 'An eye for an eye....'

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