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P. Asura

POSTED: Thu Sep 06, 2018 5:16 pm

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Leto's fingers worked across the guitars strings just like the old man's mind whirled around in his head. He'd not left the house much, which would have been a reason for Sabina to berate Esqueleto if he hadn't just spend the last year travelling across the lands to find this new home of his. Yes, the old dog was cherishing what was now his, something he got to own, but he was also spending the days planning on how to fix the place up. Of sorts, the bungalow was a masterpiece. It was a generous size, including the overgrown gardens attached behind the property. It was far enough away from any packs or settlements that Leto didn't feel too close but it was also just near enough to a somewhat active town that the old man could venture and socialise should he choose to do so. But, not all things were perfect, in fact Leto preferred those that had imperfections. The house was a mess of ruined, rotted wood and aged dust. It would need a lot of work to become a home and not just a house. Sabina was learning well from Leto about how to pull up the old floorboards and do what repairs they could with the little to no resources they had, but even the inspiring young lady couldn't perform miracles.

As much as it felt sour to think about, the pair might need help in bringing the bungalow to life. The old man snuffed the tune flowing from his guitar, slapping his hand against the old strings as he sat with his magenta eyes staring unfocused. He'd picked a spot in the city, Amherst, debating whether to check out the bar Sabina told him about. It would mean being around others, which deterred Leto, but the thought of good alcohol had the old man salivating. He'd got this far, sitting on the best piece of stone he could find for his aching leg and trying to let the catharsis of playing his guitar sooth his thoughts and his ruined limb.

The afternoon sun was low but not gone, the old man still had time to decide whether to go and mingle or waddle his way back home. For now he shuffled a bit, trying to get more comfortable on the cold stone as he tuned his instrument. Leto's hand stilled over the strings for a moment as he decided on a tune, before beginning to play a piece he'd usually play for his master on lazy afternoons, a slow piece that liked to jump and skip on occasion like a skittish songbird. The old man's magenta eyes almost drooped closed as he drifted along with his music, but that didn't stop the world-wise dog from keeping himself aware of what was around him.

POSTED: Tue Sep 11, 2018 11:41 pm

Optime | Amherst; late afternoon | NPCs: Pan and Muddy (+535)

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Things had been tense lately. Her family was set on leaving the world they knew for a distant memory of her father’s in a land only he knew of. It meant leaving Saul and Muddy in the hands of someone else…likely permanently unless they could somehow barter with an outbound ship to take the exotic meal-turned-pet and large horse with them. The answer had been more black and white in the young medic’s eyes, either they came with them, or the family didn’t leave. Needless to say, it had led to an argument between her uncle and she, and Asura had had to get away.

She’d ridden to Amherst, a place where she had once frequented during her days as a Sapien due to the popular bar that was located within the center of the town. Without a pack, the Creo had nobody to interact with besides her family, and the bar was the only thing that came to mind where she could drown herself in the sound of others, be in the proximity of Luperci other than her own blood kin. It had been later in the afternoon when she had arrived, perfect timing for the bar to pick up its usual patrons, Asura knew.

Muddy’s footsteps echoed out softly as they moved down the crumbling roadway. The cement and cobblestone had given way to Mother Nature with the absence of the humans to tend to them. Overhead, her young raven, Pan flew, zigging and zagging as he please and things caught his eye. The bird was one of her few friends that had remained when their pack had disbanded and its members had gone their separate ways.

They had been leisurely making their way towards the bar when a strange melody reached Asura’s ears. It was unlike anything she had heard before. It sounded like someone plucking a bow string, but in a way that it created music. Curious, the medic turned her horse to investigate the sound, and, above, Pan altered his course to follow her own. It didn’t’ take her long to find the source of the tune, and, upon seeing the individual, the young woman dismounted from her tall stallion.

It was a gentleman of an aged, ivory hue. He sat in the middle of a small square upon what may have once been a working fountain back when the humans still thrived in the town. In his arms was a strange…wooden thing. It reminded her of a bread paddle that Ember used to use in her café back on the island. This one though, it was bigger, and it had a hole that looked to be cut out of the middle of it, and strings that the old dog had been strumming rhythmically.

“I’ve never heard anything quite like that before,” she complimented loud enough that the male could hear her. She offered the stranger a friendly smile and walked towards him, leading Muddy by his reins while Pan came down to perch on a nearby stonework. “What…is that that you’re making that music from?” She asked curiously, pointing at the object in his hands.

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POSTED: Thu Sep 13, 2018 8:22 am

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Other than the dance of his fingers against strings, Leto was motionless. He could be misplaced as a statue, like the ones that no doubt once belonged in a square like this one, something eternal and still. But in his mind, the old man wondered, letting the music filtering through his ear stubs keep him calm like it always did. The image of a warm afternoon sun, the rare quiet of Villa Uníon, the soft breathing of Leto's old master alive and well. On occasion, Leto felt a pang in his chest, like a force squeezing against his ribs and catching the old man's breath. He could only compare the feeling to that of a strange kind of sorrow, the kind Leto had only felt when his family disowned him and made him their slave, or the kind he felt watching others fall to a similar fate year after year. Or even the kind Leto felt when his master was dead, taken by old age and the inevitable pull of the end. Leto never would have thought finding the man who'd spent years treating him like dirt, using the love Leto had once tried to share with him against the ivory dog and making him suffer for his unrequited feelings, would feel so heart-rending. That suppressed feeling of love Leto had came back in a storm, the sorrow of knowing he'd never get a chance to change his master's heart, it was what drove Leto to finally escape the Villa.

Leto would never miss that place, for all the horrors within the mudbrick town, but he'd spent his whole life there. Nearly a decade of living, even if it was living in chains, created a feeling of longing on occasion for the old man. It was a bizarre emotion, that made Leto angry at himself for even considering missing that hell hole, but the old man couldn't stop himself from feeling.

The old man blinked, picking up the sound of clacking hooves on cobblestone, and the beat of wings as a dark feathered bird landed nearby. Magenta eyes acknowledged the crow before they turned to look towards the approaching beast of burden and it's rider, just as they spoke out to the old man. She was female, of silver fur and an age similar to that of Sabina's. Leto's old eyes watched her suspiciously, his brow folding down over his eyes whilst his lower eye lids drooped down slack from age. She complimented his music, which still played from his fingers as if they had a mind of their own, the old muscles so used to working against guitar strings that Leto hardly needed to pay them much focus.


The old man replied simply, his voice raspy from the day of silence.

"In this tongue, it is only 'Guitar', I think. You have not heard before?"

The idea of others not knowing about the music Leto had dedicated his life to, beyond service to Villa Uníon, astounded the old man at times. Though it was nice to know his craft was rare, it made Leto feel more special than just as an ugly-looking old dog.

"Guitar makes good music. Like feeling. If you feel happy, it is happy." Leto's fingers skipped over the strings in quicker, jollier chords to prove his point, before they slowed considerably to something much slower and lower toned, "If you feel sad, then music is sad."

POSTED: Thu Oct 04, 2018 11:01 am

NPCs: Pan and Muddy (+441)

Sorry for the delay @___@ Haven’t felt like writing much lately. Also, sorry if this is kind of sucky!

Magenta-hued eyes sought her as he seemed to realize he had an audience. He looked much older as he stared her, and she saw more and more signs of age upon him as she drew closer. His fur lacked the sheen it might have had as a younger canine, and it was even yellowed in parts. His eyes looked a bit more sunken. Had he been another color, Asura was sure he would have been peppered with salt all around his face. The sight reminded her of Esther in her final months.

Her head tilted at the foreign and accented word that rolled off his tongue. She had never heard anything like it before. The accent, though, tugged at her memory of an injured wolf she had helped nearly a year ago. She had never been able to find out where that Loner had come from though… After a beat, the old man translated for her, though, the name of the instrument was still not one she recognized. For as sophisticated as Sapient had been, none of their members—at least during her time there—had been interested in music not made by one’s own voice.

Asura shook her head negatively to his question, finally bringing Muddy to a stop a respectful conversational distance from the stranger. “No. I’ve seen Luperci play instruments before at pack events, but, I’ve never known what they were called.” She chuckled, adding, “And I’ve never seen or heard one quite like that one.”

He continued to strum the instrument, providing them with tasteful background noise as they spoke. The silver Creo couldn’t help but to smile widely as the older gentleman explained a bit about the guitar, laughing as he demonstrated with it too. “Sounds like it’s quite a versatile instrument then, and in the hands of someone who has mastered it well.” There was a pause before a thought came to her. “Have you heard of a place called Biff’s Bar? They might like someone with talents such as yours entertaining there.” She recalled there being an woman there who played instruments, though, Asura thought that it wouldn’t hurt if they maybe had multiple talents to keep their patrons happy.

Pan edged closer, his beady eyes focused intently on the guitar. Thankfully, the young raven seemed to have some semblance of self-preservation, for, he didn’t try to harass the poor old dog to get to the new and foreign object.

“I’m Asura Creo, by the way,” the wolfdog introduced.

“Name. Pan!” Her feathered companion chimed in, never one to be left out.

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POSTED: Sun Oct 14, 2018 5:21 pm

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With looks like his and a body that refused to do as it was told, it only felt fair for Leto to see everyone else as young. This girl, her silver coat was glossy and young, her mint green eyes bright and focused. Not one bit of her skin drooped, not one whisker was out of place or missing, the girl had many years ahead of her yet. Perhaps she'd seen a few years already, but to the ivory old man, the girl may as well have been born yesterday. Leto had to admit that he was a very jealous man. The old dog saw these youngsters with their flowing coats and perfect physique and remembered his own younger self, the one stripped down and broken into the ugly thing he was today; a skinny old man with drooping flesh, rough fur and missing ears.

The girl commented more on Leto's guitar, bringing a small smile to his face. "I have guitar for very long time. Since I have hands, I play it." The wooden instrument had been through a lot, and had carried Leto through all the torment of his past without failing him. There had been a few panic moments, broken strings, missing parts, but Leto had become an expert in maintaining the precious instrument through the experiences.

Leto had to huff as little as the lady mentioned the bar, pulling a wobbling note from his guitar to match his disgruntled attitude over that place. "I think of going to that place. It would be good, sí, but ah... too many others. I do not like ah, crowd." Leto explained, manifesting some lighter notes from the guitar to bring the mood back up. "So, I play out here, no others, no crowds."

The old man was acutely aware of the dark feathered avian hopping closer, focused on the guitar. Leto was tempted to snap his old teeth at it before the girl, and then the bird spoke to him. If Leto had ears, they'd pull back in surprise at the talking raven, instead the old man huffed. "Esqueleto Zenon, I get called Leto most." Leto introduced, shifting uncomfortably in his position before looking to the girl and her companions. "You travel through, or live here?"

POSTED: Sat Oct 27, 2018 8:57 pm

NPCs: Pan and Muddy (+361)

Sorry again @____@ My muse for Asura has run off.

His proclaimed proficiency and company of such an instrument reminded Asura of perhaps her mother within the medicinal field, her uncle with his fighting prowess. It was no wonder he played such a pretty and catchy tune; he was well versed in what he had found an interest in. From the looks of his instrument too, the young medic might have guessed that this particular one might have seen him through many years of strumming. Asura could only guess at how old the man might have been—older than her uncle—and it told a lot about his passion.

The off note at the mention of Biff’s Bar caused Asura’s lips to twist in an amused smile. “I see you’ve heard of the place,” she observed with a chuckle, “A lot of my old packmates were frequent patrons there, though, they were a…bit of a rowdy bunch after a few drinks.” She looked around them, at the vacant streets and summer sky. His music carried well down the stone, brick, and concrete-covered roads of the town. The twists and turns of the buildings’ structures amplified the tune in places, deafened it in others. “Perhaps it’s for the best to play here,” she agreed, her gaze turning back onto him. “Nobody too far into their drink to ruin the pretty songs you play.”

When the old dog introduced himself, Asura offered him an accepting nod. “Nice to meet you then, Leto.” He shifted, looking uncomfortable for a moment. She couldn’t help but to wonder if it was because of Pan’s beady gaze or something else though. “Just traveling through, I’m afraid. I had intended to go to the bar to get my mind off of some recent events, perhaps see if I could find a rumor or two that might help me decide where I want to go next. I’m a medic by trade, but…it…really doesn’t do any good if I don’t have any Luperci to heal though.” She laughed awkwardly.

Being polite, as well as a bit curious herself, Asura went on to ask, “What about you?”

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POSTED: Mon Oct 29, 2018 10:54 am

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Truly the only issue with the bar was the people inside, if the building dedicated itself to a single patron then it would be perfect, but Leto doubted such a thing would be very efficient in the long run. Having a warm place to drink was good, and for the nosy it was no doubt a ripe place to find rumours and gossip. But to the old man not yet used to his surroundings it was a place with a little too much energy for his tastes. It seemed Asura understood that, and Leto nodded to her explanation before chuckling a little. "Sí, I worry the rowdy will lose hand if they try to ah... touch my guitar or do foolish things. I am old but can still bite good." Leto added, giving the young lady a small smile, "For your ah... old pack-mates safety I stay out here." Leto wasn't against getting drunk or having fun. Before his leg got so bad he'd get merry and dance himself, coax Sabina into joining him in song and for a moment forget about his bitterness and age. What the old man didn't like was how little drunkards thought before they acted. Leto had seen many drunk in the Villa and on the road with Sabina, and many of them received nasty bite wounds from the wary old man whenever they got too friendly.

The old man wasn't really the kind to show pity, just looking at Leto would prove that, but even so it made his expression soften and the tune to his guitar slow to soothing notes when Asura admitted being a traveller looking for something to do. Leto's ear stubs pulled forward across his droopy head as the girl mentioned being a healer, it brought to mind the self-taught lessons Sabina had given herself in order to learn how to aid Leto as they travelled. The old man's daughter was a good healer, she knew herbal remedies that Leto now relied on for pain relief, but perhaps it wouldn't hurt to get another's opinion.

Leto's nails rapped on the side of his guitar in thought before he caught on to Asura's question. "I live not far. Me and my daughter, Sabina, travel up from Mexico. I came from a ah... bad place. So I travel far to find better place. I have bad leg," Leto leaned to the side to show expose the horrid array of scars visible on his hip above his pants, "so I cannot move well. I live close so the walk is not long and does not hurt too much, but it is still bad."

"Sabina is good healer, but ah... perhaps you could look? I can give place to stay when you travel to this place to trade for heal, but if you do not want to then that is okay."

POSTED: Mon Nov 12, 2018 9:32 pm

NPCs: Pan and Muddy (+425)

Asura found amusement at his promise of consequences to any that might have dared to lay a hand on his instrument. “I’m sure you’d send them scattering,” she laughed, imagining some of the looks some of her old packmates might have made for crossing this old dog. The guitar was probably a precious thing, something that had meaning behind it, and more than just a tool that he strummed from time to time. The Creo found little wrong with being protective over it. After all, she might have done the same if someone had tried to relieve her of her mother’s satchel or one of her uncle’s knives. As a Loner, things became more precious when they could be ripped away at any moment.

Her onyx ears flickered when Leto spoke, revealing to have had a companion around and from where the pair had traveled. This Mexico place that he had come from though was not one that the silver wolfdog knew. From his words, Asura guessed it was probably far south, or at least further south than the mountain range her mother and uncle had been born near. While she might have been curious to ask more about his home, she was dissuaded upon hearing that it might bring up unpleasant memories.

Leto went on to mention having a bad leg, and as he shifted to show her the reason for such, Asura couldn’t help but to grimace in sympathy. The scars that he had told of a very painful injury, their placement hinted at a likely difficult recovery. Asura’s ears fell back and her turquoise eyes gazed upon his withered form empathetically. The medic in her veins was drawn by the urge to help this stranger upon hearing of his problems and request for her medical eye.

“Of course, I’ll have a look at it,” she reassured him with a smile, “I would be a bad healer if I turned away someone in need.” Asura glanced over her shoulder at Muddy. Seeing her eye the horse, the young raven cocked his head and jumped into the short flight it took to perch upon the tall stallion’s saddle. “We can go to your home now if you’d like? If you can ride, I can have Muddy take you?” She offered. The Creo wasn’t sure if Leto wanted her to look at his hip sooner rather than later, or, if he would have wanted to ride a horse if it mean to ease his suffering.

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POSTED: Tue Dec 04, 2018 2:47 pm

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Nothing about the Villa had been pleasant, but if Leto had to pick the best part in that hellish place it would have to be the moment the other slaves realised what a bad idea it was to mess with the old man. He'd endured years of beating and bullying from his fellow slaves, each time biting back but without enough to deter them. Finally when the old dog's teeth had yellowed and his skin had sunken, the others got the hint. Leto had torn apart enough skin and muscle tissue by that point to be left alone by the others, and rumours were spread to anyone new to leave the old man alone. The only ones after then who bothered him were the masters, but they could do whatever they wanted in the Villa. Leto took pride in his bite and his capability to still be threatening at his age. It may have been gruesome and scarring, but the old man would never take back the time he tore apart that thug's leg for trying to touch his daughter, Sabina.

His only regret was getting hurt himself, in such a way that would never heal. There was significant muscle tissue missing from Leto's thigh, making his already stiff joints very hard and very painful to move. Pain may be an old friend to the ivory dog, but he didn't want to live the rest of his sorry old days in constant agony. Sabina did what she could, feeling guilty for having caused the injury in the first place, but even her skills didn't always beat the pain. Asura looked more knowledgeable, she'd probably seen plenty of injuries and scars from her pack life, so Leto hoped she'd at least have advice on how to battle the old wound.

The look of pity made Leto want to grumble, but he remained silent as the experienced eyes looked him up and down. The old man looked to the horse and couldn't help but chuckle. "I have not ride horse before. With my luck I fall off and hurt more." He replied, slowly getting to his feet with a huff. "We can go to my home, it is not long walk. Ah... thank you, for help."

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