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Poetry was something that required deep concentration; the alabaster male often associated his hobby with meditating. Both procedures depended on complete silence and peace of mind, something he definitely wasn’t getting enough of. Not with the musical disturbance Phoenix Valley was currently going through! Honoré had tried everything from sticking tissues in his ears to simply pulling his hat all the way down so that it could form some kind of sound barrier. While some of those attempts managed to keep some sounds at bay, nothing worked effectively enough. Every time a higher note was played, the hairs on his back would rise with the tune.
It was like fingernails on a chalkboard; complete torture! Before long, his teeth were grinding together from both stress and frustration. Ever since his encounter with DaVinci, he’d tried controlling his urges to blurt out anything that came to mind. But this, oh this was just too much! Was someone trying to wake the dead? One of his pack mates was a Satanist! That description seemed to fit the Savant. Yes, it was probably him trying to scare the birds away. This meant war!
However, DaVinci was not the one he laid eyes upon as he climbed up that hill. It was another male, presumably much younger than he was. Damn those teenagers. While the adolescent’s pelt was similar to his, he had eyes worthy of the devil! And bloody hell, if that wasn’t enough to prove his dark nature; the strange tongue in which he sang (or screamed) was enough to really scare the hell out of Honoré.
The younger male eventually finished his incantation. The Genus’ first reaction was to scan the area for any atrocious beings that might’ve sprouted from the hell itself. Nothing out of the ordinary for the time being. Turning his attention back to the devil worshipper sitting before him, Honoré cleared his throat in order to make his presence known. “Euh, you know… any classique music maybe? Soft sounds, hm? Like ding ding, you know? ”
Poetry was something that required deep concentration; the alabaster male often associated his hobby with meditating. Both procedures depended on complete silence and peace of mind, something he definitely wasn’t getting enough of. Not with the musical disturbance Phoenix Valley was currently going through! Honoré had tried everything from sticking tissues in his ears to simply pulling his hat all the way down so that it could form some kind of sound barrier. While some of those attempts managed to keep some sounds at bay, nothing worked effectively enough. Every time a higher note was played, the hairs on his back would rise with the tune.
It was like fingernails on a chalkboard; complete torture! Before long, his teeth were grinding together from both stress and frustration. Ever since his encounter with DaVinci, he’d tried controlling his urges to blurt out anything that came to mind. But this, oh this was just too much! Was someone trying to wake the dead? One of his pack mates was a Satanist! That description seemed to fit the Savant. Yes, it was probably him trying to scare the birds away. This meant war!
However, DaVinci was not the one he laid eyes upon as he climbed up that hill. It was another male, presumably much younger than he was. Damn those teenagers. While the adolescent’s pelt was similar to his, he had eyes worthy of the devil! And bloody hell, if that wasn’t enough to prove his dark nature; the strange tongue in which he sang (or screamed) was enough to really scare the hell out of Honoré.
The younger male eventually finished his incantation. The Genus’ first reaction was to scan the area for any atrocious beings that might’ve sprouted from the hell itself. Nothing out of the ordinary for the time being. Turning his attention back to the devil worshipper sitting before him, Honoré cleared his throat in order to make his presence known. “Euh, you know… any classique music maybe? Soft sounds, hm? Like ding ding, you know? ”