01-25-2010, 04:10 AM
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Ehno’s amber gaze easily adjusted to the dim lighting within the small building, and he quickly took to examining the large room he found himself it. A sparse spattering of wooden furniture decorated the room, and a stone fireplace loomed along the opposite wall. He directed himself toward the old fireplace, still cheerfully humming the old tune as he walked. It seemed as if the only objects around were those that were necessary, no useless items that would clutter up the room and stifle it. There was quite a contrast between many of the buildings within the larger city and the interior of the Haven Manor back in Crimson Dreams. Yet this peculiar place seemed to take it another step further, appearing to be even further removed from the modern concrete jungle known as Halifax. His inspection of the building revealed a simplistic charm that seemed to flow throughout the entire city, drawing him in quite easily. It was a breath of fresh air compared to the sprawling city he was used to navigating.
Suddenly a voice seemed to materialize out from the silence putting words to the old Italian tune he hummed. He nearly jumped in surprise at the unexpected singing, turning quickly. Another male had somehow appeared behind him. So lost he had been in his curious observations and light-hearted tune that he hadn’t even noticed the stranger approach. It was almost as if the darker-furred male had suddenly arrived out of thin air. This little village had appeared to be so quiet and secluded that the Marino man did not expect to find himself in the company of another while here. Ehno wondered briefly if he was perhaps trespassing within this male’s home. But the building here showed no signs of being recently disturbed, nor did the male exude any feelings of hostility. He smiled after a moment and continued the song where the other male left off. “Venite all’agile barchetta mia, Santa Lucia.”
It seemed strange to him that this male would know a tune native to Italy way out here on lands across the ocean. What was more, the stranger’s pronunciation of the words were spot on, not stilted at all by the accents of other languages. Could it be that this other wolf spoke the language of his birthplace as well? "Lei ha il buono gusto nelle canzoni," he said with a laugh. If his assumptions were correct, the ebony male would have no trouble understanding his words. He eagerly hoped to hear a response from him in his native tongue. He so rarely had the privilege of speaking and listening to the lyrical language outside of his family, and he would relish any opportunity to use it when he could. Perhaps he had somehow found himself in a rare situation where he could speak with someone who understood the majesty of his homeland. How lucky he would be if that were so.
Ehno’s amber gaze easily adjusted to the dim lighting within the small building, and he quickly took to examining the large room he found himself it. A sparse spattering of wooden furniture decorated the room, and a stone fireplace loomed along the opposite wall. He directed himself toward the old fireplace, still cheerfully humming the old tune as he walked. It seemed as if the only objects around were those that were necessary, no useless items that would clutter up the room and stifle it. There was quite a contrast between many of the buildings within the larger city and the interior of the Haven Manor back in Crimson Dreams. Yet this peculiar place seemed to take it another step further, appearing to be even further removed from the modern concrete jungle known as Halifax. His inspection of the building revealed a simplistic charm that seemed to flow throughout the entire city, drawing him in quite easily. It was a breath of fresh air compared to the sprawling city he was used to navigating.
Suddenly a voice seemed to materialize out from the silence putting words to the old Italian tune he hummed. He nearly jumped in surprise at the unexpected singing, turning quickly. Another male had somehow appeared behind him. So lost he had been in his curious observations and light-hearted tune that he hadn’t even noticed the stranger approach. It was almost as if the darker-furred male had suddenly arrived out of thin air. This little village had appeared to be so quiet and secluded that the Marino man did not expect to find himself in the company of another while here. Ehno wondered briefly if he was perhaps trespassing within this male’s home. But the building here showed no signs of being recently disturbed, nor did the male exude any feelings of hostility. He smiled after a moment and continued the song where the other male left off. “Venite all’agile barchetta mia, Santa Lucia.”
It seemed strange to him that this male would know a tune native to Italy way out here on lands across the ocean. What was more, the stranger’s pronunciation of the words were spot on, not stilted at all by the accents of other languages. Could it be that this other wolf spoke the language of his birthplace as well? "Lei ha il buono gusto nelle canzoni," he said with a laugh. If his assumptions were correct, the ebony male would have no trouble understanding his words. He eagerly hoped to hear a response from him in his native tongue. He so rarely had the privilege of speaking and listening to the lyrical language outside of his family, and he would relish any opportunity to use it when he could. Perhaps he had somehow found himself in a rare situation where he could speak with someone who understood the majesty of his homeland. How lucky he would be if that were so.