OOC:This is the song I had in mind that Maldrid plays near the end. Song. Just think of him playing it over and over again. 500+
IC: Maldrid came to the Serena Reserve because of the interesting history of the area. He had read in the library in Haven Mansion that this was a failed wolf reserve. The humans that previously inhabited the land had thought that they were saving the wolves that they put here. Unfortunately for the pack that was placed here they didn't survive because they had few numbers and couldn't hunt the elk in the area effectively.
Since this place had such a sad history Maldrid had decided to come here to write a song about them. His songs recently had been rather cheery and exciting, he thought it would be good for a change in tone. A song lamenting the loss would be both beautiful and eerie, if he chose. Maldrid felt that this series of songs would be a favorite of his because he loved the way that smooth songs could both ease and make someone feel edgy at once.
Maldrid stepped out of the Crimson Dreams pack territory with a few things with him. He took both his lute and recorder along with some paper to write the sheet music for the songs that would pop into his head. This was a new luxury that Maldrid was able to enjoy from being with a pack, and that was paper and pens to write with. Though he'd still commit the songs he wrote to memory as a habit of his. Plus he wouldn't entirely need the sheet music to play his songs, it would be used by others if they chose to learn his music.
Maldrid walked along in the forested area of the reserve admiring the scenery. This place definitely had an ominous feel to it, Maldrid felt as if he was constantly being watched. Maldrid felt that he would get lost forever in this forest as the trees kept getting more and more dense. If he needed to Maldrid would follow his scent back through the forest to get out.. He kept walking along until he saw a collection of four springs. Maldrid knew where he was now as he'd read about this area. He was now at the Grandfather's Springs.
This area had the most chilling history in Maldrid's opinion. After he'd read about it he then wondered about the strange deaths of the wildlife near this spring. Another interesting fact was the color the water froze in during the winter. Maldrid had a theory that it was just a special way the water reflected and refracted the light. Maldrid got closer to the springs and sat down setting his things on the ground. Maldrid let the cool air go through his fur and the soothing noise of the water coming from the springs. Maldrid closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander.
After about fifteen minutes of this, Maldrid picked up his lute and started to strum a few cords. He started on a lower cord, strumming in a lower range of notes while moving his fingers along the neck of the lute. Thinking of a mournful song Maldrid started to strum his lute in a slower tempo being sure to keep the notes flowing smoothly. He thought this song good and continued to play the song in a loop, over and over again. Time seemed to have no meaning any more, just the serenity of the area Maldrid was in. Maldrid continued to play his song.
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