London Bridge is Falling Down

Fallen · 02-21-2011, 02:22 AM

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table by Silver! OOC: c: It's fine Big Grin Herp Herp... Derp Herp. We are sooo fluent. WC:490

Fallen finished the sad song of the great love of a female, going sour and bitter with despair. Quite a sad song, actually. He felt the last word of the song on the tip of his tongue, the fine sound of the word always felt good from his mouth. He knew the word 'Hallelujah' had something to do with a man in the sky, and a religion that Fallen didn't understand, he didn't exactly want to understand. He didn't want to be scared for his life by a man he never knew. He took a deep breathe, as he felt a crisp, cold wind hit his face. It blew at his eye, and he closed the teal eye, and just lifted his muzzle to the sky. He felt the crisp wind on his eye and eye socket, the bangs blowing in the wind... wait. Bangs. Blowing? In the wind? Oh crap. He opened his eye, slightly alarmed, and felt for his brown bangs of soft hair. He gave a sigh of relief, as they went instantly back in to place, and the girl most likely didn't see a single part of the empty void. Maybe.

Fallen watched her for a moment, wondering if she liked the song as much as he did. He watched her face with his odd teal eye, curious and interested. She soon smiled, and simply said he was talented. He gave a smile, and replied simply,

"Thank you, Miss."

She seemed to be slightly tired, by the way she rubbed her eyes and soon sat up straighter. He cracked his neck slightly, he was a bit sore due to his last adventure through the forest when he tried to find Thornbury. He almost got stuck in a bush. A freakin' bush. He sighed to himself, and shook himself slightly of the light snow that was falling. Fallen's eye watched her as she talked, and he soon answered.

"Miss, I am from Cercatori D'Arte..... I am guessing you are from some pack of some sort?....."

Fallen wasn't chained to his pack, it was an easygoing place. He didn't own a home there yet in Thornbury, he had mostly camped around. Although, soon, Fallen wanted to own his own little shack in Thornbury, hopefully out of stone. He loved the feeling of stones in his hands. He was a bit deep in thought, and he jumped at bit as she began to walk. He rose, and stood up completely. He was a bit taller then the girl, a few inches, but not by much. She was a good height. She seemed pretty nice too. He just didn't know her name. She began to walk, and then signaled for him to follow. Fallen blinked, and walked up to her side with a few wide strides. He wondered where they were going, but he wouldn't press her. He simply offered his arm for her to hold.

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