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- Leroy - 06-03-2009 [html]
[/html] - Maldrid - 06-03-2009 [html] OOC: I'm assuming you are in Halifax? 500+ Maldrid was a little frustrated at the moment. Earlier that day he had been playing a rather fast exercise on his lute. He kept pushing himself to play that exercise faster and faster to see how quickly he could get the exercise done. The effort made him pant and his forearms burn with exertion. This was an exercise that helped to build agility and endurance. Maldrid had been playing it for a good fifteen minutes during the time he designated to himself to practice playing. Of course it wasn't really practicing songs at this point in time because of how skilled he was at committing a song to memory. It was a time he used to keep his talent fresh by playing a series of notes that would exhert the muscles in his hands and forearms. He was performing a very complex song that he had created to accomplish the task of keeping himself able to play his instruments with skill and grace. When he had been in this self-designated routine some of the worn strings on his lute had snapped beyond repair. Maldrid cursed to himself now because he needed to make more strings for the lute. This would require a good week of work to do since about five strings had snapped. Maldrid groaned at the task that now lay before him. At least getting the material for the strings will be easy, the tools on the other hand would be more difficult to get his hands on. He needed a new set anyway. Before Maldrid would go hunting to get the entrails necessary for the strings, he decided he'd go out to get the new set of tools needed to make the strings. He thought to himself that he maybe could ask some of the other pack members if he could borrow the tools, but he decided he'd rather have his own set to make things less complicated in the long run. After asking around about where he may get some tools he heard about an old human city to the northeast and decided to go there. Unfortunately it would take some time to get there, find some tools, and get back. Maldrid dismissed this thought by reasoning that he needed the exercise. Maldrid shifted to his lupis form and ran towards the direction of Halifax, being sure not to intrude on any of the pack territories that were along the way. The run in the neutral territories was a reminder of the days he'd spent alone. The time in seclusion with no one around. The time of near starvation. The time of misery. Maldrid didn't want to think much on the past he'd spent here, but memories came back, were always stubborn and never wanted to leave his mind alone. After an hour of battling this memories, trying to keep them out of his head, he gave up and let them come into his conscience. Maldrid shifted into his optime form and walked through the streets. He couldn't help but look up at the massive structures around him. This was a truly amazing sight for him, one who has been in the wilderness all his life and hasn't seen much of the works of humanity. Maldrid walked along and found a building which was labeled as a store. Maldrid walked inside and looked around seeing if he could find anything of use. When he looked up he saw a husky in the room with him. This took Maldrid a bit off guard. "I'm sorry for walking in on you like this but do you know where I might find some pliers or maybe a clamp or two?" Maldrid asked in a friendly tone. [/html] - Leroy - 06-04-2009 [html]
[/html] - Maldrid - 06-06-2009 [html] Maldrid watched the other male. He felt somewhat uneasy watching the other one's movements. It was almost as if he was hostile to anyone from Crimson Dreams from what he heard the other male say. Though he might be mistaken, he could just be on edge to most other canines he meets. Maldrid was not unfamiliar to being treated in this way. Many times out in the wilderness where he lived the good majority of his life he had encountered other canine's, and they usually weren't too friendly. One had to be on guard while out of a pack land. "I recently broke some strings on my lute. I needed some tools so that way I can make some more," Maldrid said. At least he could keep some conversation going so that way he wouldn't be perceived as a threat to the other male, to avoid any possible problems that might arise. After waiting for a moment Maldrid asked in a way to make sure it didn't come out as a threat, but rather curiosity, "Yes, I am from that pack. Do you have any problems with them?" [/html] - Leroy - 06-07-2009 [html]
[/html] - Maldrid - 06-16-2009 [html] OOC: *sigh* writer's block is horrible "That is good," Maldrid thought it good to have good relations with former pack members. The only question that he had now would be why the other wolf had left Crimson Dreams in the first place. This question would have to remain unanswered as Maldrid thought it rude to ask such a thing at this point in time with a wolf that he didn't know very much of. Maldrid looked at the pliers the other wolf handed him. This was the right tool for what he needed to do. He'd use this tool to pull the entrails of a small animal, such as a rabbit, lengthwise so that way they could dry and be used as strings along his lute. "Yes that is the tool I need, thank you. And yes, I like to play music. It has kept me going in the more difficult years of my life." [/html] |