01-11-2010, 07:01 PM
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Ears twitched slightly at a sound echoing a distance away outside. It was hard to hear and Strel had to strain to hear the sound. Lips thinning a bit, he rose from the couch. Grabbing the bottle, he quickly hid it in somewhere in the room that would not be accidentally disturbed by a careless pack mate who would steal it away from him. Tongue sticking out, the redhead moved to the window. The sun was setting, coloring the sky fiery where it sank beyond the horizon and the frozen moon's domain rose where the sun no longer touched the heavens. That sound - it sounded like singing - was a bit easier to hear closer to the outside, but it was not enough for Strel. He was curious now that he had gotten a better listen to someone distantly singing out to the budding stars.
Strel pulled off his shirt and pants, after glancing that no one was going to see him strip so randomly. It was not the stigma of being seen sans them, but more of being seen doing the action of removing his clothes. he folded them as best as he could. Opening the door, he felt the cold evening wind blow into his face, cold flakes of loose snow billowing into his eyes. He gave of a sigh, cursing his inquisitive desire. The door was shut to keep whatever heat was inside from escaping into the cold outside world. Then, he proceeded to shift into his lupine form with his longer mane shortening though remaining vibrant, a form he tried to use only for long distances or quicker travel and nothing else. The clothes, folded neatly and resting on the porch, he took into his mouth, trying to keep his tongue away from them.
He ran for not too long a time, but even as he moved forward, he prayed those singing would not stop doing so. Otherwise, this endeavor would have been exceptionally stupid. Finally, the song had gotten loud enough to be a few hundred yards away. This was when Strel stopped, dropped the clothes from his mouth, and changed himself in the time of a quarter of a minute. It took him another minute to put all his trappings on and to make sure his necklace was still on his person. The pair was close enough to him that it only took him a moment to stride through the wood towards them, standing about one hundred feet to their backs.
He raised his maw to the sky, letting his tenor voice join the soprano and the alto voice. Somehow it had fit, well enough to actually not sound terrible. The moment the song was over though, Strel gave a guilty look to the woman and her child. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but join in. I hope you don't mind?"
Ears twitched slightly at a sound echoing a distance away outside. It was hard to hear and Strel had to strain to hear the sound. Lips thinning a bit, he rose from the couch. Grabbing the bottle, he quickly hid it in somewhere in the room that would not be accidentally disturbed by a careless pack mate who would steal it away from him. Tongue sticking out, the redhead moved to the window. The sun was setting, coloring the sky fiery where it sank beyond the horizon and the frozen moon's domain rose where the sun no longer touched the heavens. That sound - it sounded like singing - was a bit easier to hear closer to the outside, but it was not enough for Strel. He was curious now that he had gotten a better listen to someone distantly singing out to the budding stars.
Strel pulled off his shirt and pants, after glancing that no one was going to see him strip so randomly. It was not the stigma of being seen sans them, but more of being seen doing the action of removing his clothes. he folded them as best as he could. Opening the door, he felt the cold evening wind blow into his face, cold flakes of loose snow billowing into his eyes. He gave of a sigh, cursing his inquisitive desire. The door was shut to keep whatever heat was inside from escaping into the cold outside world. Then, he proceeded to shift into his lupine form with his longer mane shortening though remaining vibrant, a form he tried to use only for long distances or quicker travel and nothing else. The clothes, folded neatly and resting on the porch, he took into his mouth, trying to keep his tongue away from them.
He ran for not too long a time, but even as he moved forward, he prayed those singing would not stop doing so. Otherwise, this endeavor would have been exceptionally stupid. Finally, the song had gotten loud enough to be a few hundred yards away. This was when Strel stopped, dropped the clothes from his mouth, and changed himself in the time of a quarter of a minute. It took him another minute to put all his trappings on and to make sure his necklace was still on his person. The pair was close enough to him that it only took him a moment to stride through the wood towards them, standing about one hundred feet to their backs.
He raised his maw to the sky, letting his tenor voice join the soprano and the alto voice. Somehow it had fit, well enough to actually not sound terrible. The moment the song was over though, Strel gave a guilty look to the woman and her child. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but join in. I hope you don't mind?"