Melodies for the Soul

Hotaru · 09-09-2012, 01:10 AM

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Out of Character

Hotaru is a year and a half old, before she lost her eyesight.

In Character

At last, it was finished. Hotaru set down her carving tools and rubbed her tired eyes. Leaning back in her chair, the grey female stretched out her hands and let out a long yawn. Finally, she looked down at her creation. Sitting quietly on her desk was a beautiful pearwood recorder. Her uncle had traded several high quality pieces for the wood, and it was only by sheer luck that Hotaru had managed to convince him to give her the wood. Still, it was worth it.

A smile crossed the grey femme's face as she stared at the luxurious russet coloring of the recorder. It's sleek body and slender frame was pleasing to the eyes and the celtic knots that decorated the recorder's base and head added a flair of sophistication to the design. Gingerly, Hotaru picked the newly born instrument up and gave it a quick test blow. A sharp and painful squeak rang through Hotaru's ears as the recorder's voice cracked under her inadequate playing. Bashfully, the carver placed the recorder back on her desk. No on had ever accused her of having a good ear for music, and by her playing no one ever would.

Shaking her head, Hotaru grabbed a nearby piece of soft leather and rapidly wrapped the recorder. She clutched the package to her chest before briskly turning and striding out of her uncle's shop. The daylight pierced the she-wolf's sensitive eyes, making her blink a few times as she tried to block the glare that came from both above and below. As much fun as the snowy season was, it was far too easy to become snow blind. Cupping her eyes, Hotaru looked around as she searched for her twin brother.

Rather than finding Adrian, Hotaru spotted her father talking in a harried voice to his beta male, Malik. Hotaru wasn't sure what to think of the older wolf. He was a lot larger than most wolves and his piercing eyes always made the young female slightly uncomfortable. He wasn't born as a Kido, yet the dark brown wolf had managed to become a prominent figure within the pack and had become her father's closet friend.

Hotaru inhaled sharply, holding her breath for a moment as she steadied herself. With a faked air of confidence, she strode up to the two older males, her limbs and movements unconsciously stiff. "Father, have you seen Adrian?" Both of the wolves looked at Hotaru, their eyes piercing and it was clear that she had interrupted something important. "No, not since this morning. Have you tried checking at your grandmothers?" Hotaru shook her head, she wouldn't be asking if Adrian was at their grandmothers. "There is no reason to, grandmother went off with mother and the others to hunt."

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