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Kansas Sadira · 03-02-2011, 01:29 AM

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Kansas rested the deep mahogany guitar in his lap and held his head in his hands with a sigh, his forehead pounding dully. Almost an hour of toying with the same part of a song had become dull and frustrating. He could not play the right sequence of chords at the right speed, no matter how many times he tried. Today was a bad day for playing, and that was infuriating because he was not in the mood to fail.
He wanted to play the part correctly, to recreate its beautiful sound with his own hands, but he was too discouraged to continue. He needed a break. The pale Tribune set his guitar aside and headed down the stairs with slow steps. He peered out one of the windows in the front room and was momentarily entranced by the endless white.

Deciding that he wanted to get some fresh air and perhaps burn off some of his frustration, Kansas quietly stepped outside and shifted into his Lupus form. He leaped into the snow and started toward the forest, the frigid breeze like a welcome splash of cold water upon his face, awakening him entirely. As his slender form pushed through the deep remnants of the blizzard and he began to trod the forest, the pale boy felt his anger slipping away. Though Artemis had awakened and the blizzard was over, he was still on edge a lot more than usual and he needed moments like this to calm down. At least the sudden rush of angry emotion had not happened to him in the dead of night, like last time. Breathing the chilly air, the Sadira wolf walked a little more slowly, enjoying the silence that enveloped him like a soft blanket, while somehow music played in his mind.

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