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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