12-11-2011, 05:56 PM
backdated to Nov 22nd Takes place before Flower Girl - sometime in the morning
3+
The giant of a boy was thoroughly bored. After the excitement of the chase the day before everything he tried to do today just seemed extremely boring to him. He hadn't felt like going hunting today despite the thrill he had gotten yesterday but really he just struggled to find something interesting to do. Eventually boredom drove him to a far part of the pack territory where people seldom went with his wooden flute. He was still extremely reluctant to have anybody know that he played the flute even though he had been practicing every day for almost half a year. He was fairly good at it if he did say so himself, self taught as he was.
He liked to be near the ocean when he played, the melody of the flute and the crashing of the waves seemed to work together and he had managed to create a few good sounding tunes that used the roar of the ocean as a backing sound. He didn't begin playing immediately however instead he just listened to the sound of the waves with his eyes closed, breathing in the salty tang of the ocean. After a while he opened his eyes, able to hear the song clearly in his mind now and how the notes would meld together and the whole of its sound.
He brought the wooden instrument slowly to his lips, taking a breath and blew softly. The first note was long and wavering almost hanging, suspended in the air with a slight shiver. Then a second note came in as a deeper sound, followed by several short flutters. The song he wove was slow to unfold but when it did it was tuneful and coming straight from the souls, telling a story of the waves and their ever lasting washing against the shore.
3+
The giant of a boy was thoroughly bored. After the excitement of the chase the day before everything he tried to do today just seemed extremely boring to him. He hadn't felt like going hunting today despite the thrill he had gotten yesterday but really he just struggled to find something interesting to do. Eventually boredom drove him to a far part of the pack territory where people seldom went with his wooden flute. He was still extremely reluctant to have anybody know that he played the flute even though he had been practicing every day for almost half a year. He was fairly good at it if he did say so himself, self taught as he was.
He liked to be near the ocean when he played, the melody of the flute and the crashing of the waves seemed to work together and he had managed to create a few good sounding tunes that used the roar of the ocean as a backing sound. He didn't begin playing immediately however instead he just listened to the sound of the waves with his eyes closed, breathing in the salty tang of the ocean. After a while he opened his eyes, able to hear the song clearly in his mind now and how the notes would meld together and the whole of its sound.
He brought the wooden instrument slowly to his lips, taking a breath and blew softly. The first note was long and wavering almost hanging, suspended in the air with a slight shiver. Then a second note came in as a deeper sound, followed by several short flutters. The song he wove was slow to unfold but when it did it was tuneful and coming straight from the souls, telling a story of the waves and their ever lasting washing against the shore.