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[Gaël morte dre Soul]

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For Lucia Marino. Sorry about the kind of ramble.. -y post. >.<;; Also sorry if his personality changes a bit... xD; Luperci form. 516~

The singing of birds was the first thing he awoke to. Slowly creeping along was the morning sun, casting rays of light along the ground as the hybrid’s tired turquoise eyes lazily blinked open. One hand was rested along the ground while the other was laid over his worn white tee. He didn’t realize at the moment that he had even been asleep. The morte dre Soul man had been tired enough to pass out underneath a tree till morning came.

His body was cold, colder than he really was used to. Scrunching his upper lip, he shifted forward. His right hand - the one that had been on the forest floor - moved to ruffle his slightly messy black bangs. It smelt of pine, he realized that much. The tired traveler simply wasn’t awake yet.

He kept in a yawn, standing up on his own two feet. It didn’t take long until he realized exactly where he had stopped to sleep for the night. The place was almost too familiar for him. His eyes glanced over, almost expecting someone from the damned pack to be creeping up towards him.

There wasn’t anyone there. Gaël was alone with the clothes on his back and his guitar leaned gently against the tree he spent the night under. Exactly how long had he been asleep? How long had he been… here of all places?

His father’s pack wasn’t far off. An hour or two would leave him at the borders to Phoenix Valley. The place was surely beautiful, he even pondered if it still was. Meeting Maluki there at the borders, however, was something that brought distaste to his mouth. A shiver even ran up his spine thinking about the blurred image of his mother falling with a blood stained coat under the monster he had to call a father.

Yet, ‘Maluki’ didn’t seem alive. Gaël, no, the triplets had been tossed aside like the memory of them didn’t matter to this ‘Jefferson’. He couldn’t help but feel more like this mission was an impossible one now than ever.

His head shook mentally in the attempt to rid himself of those thoughts. He was here again, that was all. Something called him here… the worriment that only older brothers have, perhaps. It had been way too long for his comfort that he’d seen Miriette and Heath. In truth, the last time he had seen them was the meeting with ‘Jefferson’.

Taking in a breath, his eyes drew their attention to his guitar. The instrument was a comfort, something that wouldn’t disappear unless he truly pushed it away. In some ways, it helped him keep calm when thoughts like these riddled in his mind.

His hands gently curled around the guitar, hugging it quietly while the birds continued with their songs. It felt like too long since he had played. He glanced, spotting a rock that seemed a bit uncomfortable for a seat, but it would work. Sitting on the small grey boulder, he relaxed, his guitar sitting in his lap as he started to stroke the horse-hair strings.

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[Lucia Marino]

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Thank you for starting! And don't worry, this one's just as rambly. XD;; wc:524

Uneasy dreams had awoken the Marino girl early today. Haunting, muddled images of her mother had kept her company through the night, until she finally awoke before the sun had even risen, a dreadful feeling draped over her like a blanket. The backdrop of the dreams was always the old human city, rainy skies giving the whole image a muted, gray look. The dreams started pleasantly enough, Lucia spending time with momma. They were both so happy. And just like that, she would turn around and Naniko would be gone. She would race through the city streets in search of her, the rain soaking her petite form. Eventually she would find her, hunched over a table in some run-down old house. Momma would turn then, reveal the strange white powder she held in her hands and the brutal snarl that twisted her features.

That was the image she had finally awoken to in the dark and empty cabin. That feeling of dread eventually transformed into anger and she sat up on the creaky old bed and rubbed at her sleepy eyes. Momma had left months ago, and she had long accepted the facts her half-sibling had revealed about her were true. So why the hell was she dreaming about this now? She was tired of it and simply wanted to move on. Living in the shadow of confusion her mother left behind for her was aggravating. She decided then, that she would simply forget about her. Pretend she had never existed. Why should she bother worrying about what to think of her when she was probably never going to come back anyway?

Lucia had decided then to go for a walk to clear her head and allow her to start things anew. She donned the summery dress of pale purple that she had scavenged from the city a few days prior and set off to the north, letting her feet take her where they would. The sandy-furred girl slipped past the Phoenix Valley border without so much of a second thought, intent on loosing herself among the tall pine trees of the northern forest for a while. She wandered with quiet footsteps even after the sun rose, having no destination or particular plans in mind.

The forest offered its usual morning symphony; leaves rustled slightly in the breeze, a nearby creek babbled faintly, and the birds sang their cheerful songs. But the chirping of the birds was soon to be interrupted by a sound she had never heard before. The girl stopped, ears perked and eyes searching through the trees for the source of the noise. Curiosity eventually pulled her forward and she followed the sounds to their nearby source. She halted as she came upon a man resting on a boulder, a strange object in his hands. There she discovered the source of the strange, melodic sound. With each stroke of his hand, the object created the various sounds. She watched the man and his instrument for a moment, mesmerized by the novelty of what was before her. “What is that?” she finally asked as she stepped forward, tone light with her curiosity.

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[Gaël morte dre Soul]

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I'm not too pleased with this post, I'm sorry. ;_; 334~

Quiet thinking never seemed to leave him. It was better in some ways. Gaël always thought before he spoke unlike some who shouted out whatever came to mind. Yet, it was worse in others. He’d close up and keep his thoughts to himself with other’s questioning what he was thinking about.

His head leaned forward slightly while his black bangs curled over one of his turquoise eyes. This morning started out with a shake, but he was calmed soon enough. There was always something he could relax under. He could brush off the thoughts that usually stabbed him away for the moment. That was enough for now.

His ears were perked, listening to the songs the birds sang while trying to match along with his guitar. A small, content smile was pulled to his lips. The gentle morte dre Soul man wasn’t in the mood for any rough hits. Instead, he was more so in the mood for a calm day alone, or perhaps even a kind, quiet talk.

The smile disappeared as soon as he heard the rustling not far off, his body tensed faintly with his eyes narrowing in a cautious manner. His playing stopped not soon after as he saw a pale tan woman appear. Her words were in English, sounding almost curious to him. It took him a moment to decide if he’d reply back. She seemed interested in his guitar.

“Dis…?” He moved his hand lightly over the instrument, his ears still perked forward. “A guitar,” his words were thick with an accent. It had been awhile since he had even spoken English. French had been the language he was birthed upon… his mother language.

He took in a breath, offering the lady a small gentle smile like he held no threat towards her. If something suddenly happened, he wondered if he could protect himself and not hold any guilt to the damage he’d do. His head simply gave a shake. The gentle giant wouldn’t enjoy harming a soul.

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[Lucia Marino]

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Sorry for my delay and this short post. ._.

The man was quick to notice her, stopping his careful strumming and the beautiful sounds along with it. He spoke, and his words were tinted with an accent she had never heard before. It reminded her of how different her father sounded with his Italian accent, but this wasn't quite the same. Did this man come from another land? Speak another language? She never felt so curious about another person before. Jade eyes studied him for a moment before she focused all her attentions on the instrument. "A guitar," she repeated, as if saying the name aloud would solidify the object and its purpose in her mind.

Encouraged by his smile, she stepped a little closer so that she may get a better look at the guitar in his hands. "I've never seen one before," she shared as she examined the strings. "How did you do that, before? With the sounds? It was nice." Her intrigue seemed to put her in a better mood than she was usually in, pushing away the pretentious attitude that typically colored her words. Instead they were simple and light, seeming to match her petite frame. She hadn't expected to run into anyone out on her walk this morning, but she was finding herself glad that she did.

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