a simple song

Clover Love Lykoi · 10-26-2010, 10:30 PM

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Private! Hope this is alright. And as for the date, anything ~~before October 13th~~ works for me!

She had gone to the coast again, because the beauty there was something that always stole her breath away. The weather had turned colder, making the water almost too cold to bear for swimming, but still comfortable enough that Clover could bask in the sun and not feel the need to retreat to the warmth of the mansion. She hadn’t brought a lot along with her, but that didn’t matter. If she needed anything, her D'Neville wasn’t far from the beach where she had situated herself. In her headband a small joint was tucked, the matchbox secured in one of the pockets of her jean shorts. Along her back was slung the pearly white guitar, and Clover lifted it gently over her head as she settled onto the sand. It had been awhile since she had played anything (the last time she could recall had been with that lovely man, Daisuke, in the place full of sunflowers) and she felt the need to return to her creative outlet.

Slender fingers plucked at the strings, her other hand finding the shiny tuning knobs and turning them in order to create the perfect pitch. Once satisfied, Clover took a moment to make herself comfortable, before her fingers recreated old tunes on the strings. Ever since she had been taught to play, Clover had always come up with songs herself. To warm up, she’d play the small ditties she had been taught upon first learning how to play her guitar, before branching off into melodies that seemed to flow from her mind. There had been one tune she had stuck in her head, finding herself humming it idly when she went about her gardening, and she sought to recreate it now as the sun broke through the clouds and cast its warm rays across her back.

Kemo Nishant · 10-27-2010, 12:23 AM

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OOC: Forward dated to just after the events in "A Soul's Taste of Corruption", as discussed ^^

The deed had been done and it had satisfied the pounding in his head for the moment, but he felt like he still needed something to calm his nerves. That female had been exquisite and he vowed to return someday, perhaps for the aptly named, "Second Coming." He chuckled to himself as he padded along the woods in lupus form. The act hadn't exactly gone as planned, but then again he really hadn't planned it at all. It had simply been a spur of the moment type of deal that was nevertheless enjoyable, for him anyways.

As he reached what sounded like an open area up ahead, judging by the sound of the wind blowing against the trees, a new sound and scent reached his ears. The scent was alien to him, a sort of sour scent. The sound was of water crashing into something, though it was much more powerful than that, as if nature's mighty wrath was being unleashed onto something. Then a new sound pierced through that, this one causing Kemo to freeze in his tracks. He ran toward the sound, carefully dodging trees his ears picked up with the sound of the air flowing around it, and burst through the trees in a dramatic display of excitement. The first thing he noticed was the strange texture his paws sunk in to. What in the world could this be? Then he heard the sound again, a beautiful sound to his ears. What could possibly make such wonderful noise?

It was as he was walking towards the sound that he caught yet another scent, though this time it was slightly familiar. A wolf like scent, though it wasn't in the least one he had smelled before. The pack scent however, was familiar. Inferni... But could she really be so evil if she could make such an amazing sound? He padded close enough to listen and make himself known, losing himself in the wonderfully hypnotizing sound.

Kemo ”talks”, walks, and thinks.

Clover Love Lykoi · 10-27-2010, 11:44 PM

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That post made me laugh. XD

Her fingers moved along the strings, creating whatever sounds seemed to best correlate with one another. She was left with a rather simple, yet sweet melody and the sound drifted only slightly louder than the lull of the waves crashing along the beach. As she tried to recreate that one melody, Clover began to hum along and find the rhythm she was looking for. She was vaguely aware of the sound of crashing brush, but she did not lift her concentration from the pearly guitar cradled in her arms. It wasn’t until a figure broke into her line of sight, that Clover lifted her straw golden gaze and studied the unfamiliar male. For a few moments longer, Clover merely studied in wonder while she continued to player her song. It was only when it seemed acceptable for the song to end, that Clover gently plucked her last chord and let her arms settle lounging across the smooth wooden surface.

Though she gave the stranger a quick once over, the young coyote couldn’t help but let her gaze settle on the scars that adorned his face. The lines crossed over his eyes and Clover could only silently wonder if he still had his vision or not. She hesitated, waiting for him to perhaps say something to her, but nothing issued from the male’s throat. So instead Clover simply offered, "Why hello there, dove."

Kemo Nishant · 10-28-2010, 04:03 AM

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OOC: What made you laugh? The second coming part? XD

Kemo swayed in time to the wonderful sounds coming from the wolfess. A wonderful variety of emotions swam through him as he listened, the anger he had experienced earlier seemingly just a little thing that didn't mean much to him as he listened to the wonderful indescribable sound. The sounds produced a calm within him that he had never experienced before and when she stopped playing he immediately missed them, though the calm was still there. Her voice was equally soothing, but had she called him a dove? Didn't she see he was a wolf? Maybe that's just what she calls those she meets. He stayed silent for a moment.

"Hello there dove? But I'm a wolf. It's ok though, I'm more interested in that sound you make. My name's Kemo. How do you make those sounds Miss? They're beautiful." As he sat there with the female, he began to notice how good he felt. Peaceful, calm, mellow, these were the emotions he was feeling now. She seemed to exude those emotions and he immediately wanted to get to know this...well he could only assume she was a coyote as she didn't smell like a wolf or a jackal, which left only the one option with the scent so wolf-like. He needed a friend he could escape to, a friend that made him feel at peace like she seemed so easily able to do, a friend who could make such wonderful sounds. He hoped he could find such a friend in her, as she seemed too good to be true.

Kemo ”talks”, walks, and thinks.

Clover Love Lykoi · 11-04-2010, 11:32 PM

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Yeah. XD

Teeth parted into a slight grin when he commented about her choice of words, but the stranger left no room for Clover to comment on her pet name for he had continued to talk. Clover didn’t mind, however, and listened quietly to his words while the smile never faltered. He introduced himself rather quickly, which was nice because Clover hated when she didn’t know what someone’s name was. "Nice to meet you, Kemo," came her soft reply as her straw colored eyes studied him while he sat not far from her. "My name is Clover Love." Even now, living in Inferni amongst her relatives, Clover left off her surname. She had grown so used to it's absence now, that sometimes it just felt strange accompanying the first two names.

"The sounds?" Her grin broadened and she lightly tapped the body of the guitar with one clawed hand. "With this guitar, here. Someone taught me how to play it when I was younger." She couldn’t help but noticed that he had called her song beautiful and the thought warmed her chest. She received instant satisfaction to know that she was not the only one to enjoy it. "You liked the song?" Perhaps it would be one to continue to work on and develop into something more concrete. "It’s something new," she added as an afterthought.

Kemo Nishant · 11-17-2010, 02:36 AM

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Her voice was melodic and very easy on the ears. "Likewise, Ms. Love. Can I call you Clover?" She just seemed so nice. It's as if he's known her forever and he just couldn't get over that wonderful feeling of calm and soothing. What is it about this coyote that seemed to put him in such a state? Could it be the thing she called a guitar, whatever that was. The sound she had made when she pointed it out to him seemed to suggest it was something made of wood. He had never seen anything that made those sounds.

"What is a guitar and how does it make those sounds? You say they're songs? The only songs I've heard are the songs in the howls of my fellow wolves and the songs the forests make for the Moon. I've never imagined a piece of wood making such wonderful sounds, or a coyote or any creature really having the knowledge to bring these sounds to my ears. Would you make it sing more please?" He longed to feel that wonderful calm again and he hoped to return his as he liked in the future. He needed something like this, a place he could go to escape the anger and the guilt, and the difficulties of day to day life.

Kemo ”talks”, walks, and thinks.

Clover Love Lykoi · 11-18-2010, 04:43 PM

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"Of course you can," though she made a conscious effort to leave off her usual pet name. She had always felt more comfortable with using first names, anyhow. Not many of the people she knew had used their surnames, and even Clover only included her middle name because of the power it held. Lykoi was often left unspoken, especially now that she knew it had a reputation in this area. A reputation, she had come to learn, that was not wholly pleasant.

"A guitar is an instrument. Something created for the sole reason to make sounds like these. The songs you talk of – the songs of nature –are the most beautiful. With this guitar, I can only attempt to mimic them, or offer them accompaniment." Gold eyes studied the stranger, yet they were not hard with scrutiny. Instead, her features remained soft and questioning as she looked to the other male. She had begun to wonder as she watched him, for there was something off. He didn’t seem to be focused on her, his gaze somehow unfocused. Had her suspicions been right? Could he not see?

"Of course I will play more, but first I think it might be time for a quick smoke break." A slender hand reached for the already rolled joint tucked in her headband, before her other retrieved the matches she carried. She titled her guitar and let it rest in her lap, as her hand became busy with the joint. After a moment of concentration, the end of the white cylinder had been lit and the sweet smell of cannabis filled the air. "Would you like some," and after consciously thinking to not call him by a pet name, Clover said instead, "Kemo?"

Kemo Nishant · 11-20-2010, 02:04 PM

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Clover...so he made a new esteemed colleague, and what a perfect one too. He took the moment of silence to really examine his new esteemed colleague as much as he could. Her scent was unfamiliar, though he knew earlier he had deduced that she was a coyote, but there was something else in her scent as well, something extremely alien to him.

Before he could analyze the scent any further, she began to tell him about the guitar and he listened quite carefully. "Well I have to say Clover, you do a wonderful job mimicing. The sounds of nature are hard to beat, but despite that, the songs that the guitar sings are unique and wonderful in their own right." It was odd how nice he was being to this stranger, but he couldn't really help it at the moment. It was like she was his sister or something, someone that he really struggled being mean to.

He was too lost in thought to notice her statement, but the combination of that strange scent from earlier suddenly drowning his nose and her offer brought him back to reality in an instant. He reached forward tentatively and sniffed the offered object. So that's where that scent was coming from! That still didn't help him much. Sure he knew where the scent was coming from, but he had no idea what was making the scent or what the object she was offering could be. "What is it Clover? Is it food? It smells sweet." He sniffed the object again, ignoring the sudden light buzzing in his head.

Kemo ”talks”, walks, and thinks.

OOC Ending: Clover introduces Kemo to marijuana, and the two sit and smoke for awhile. At some point, Clover mentions that she grows the stuff and the two decide that she will become his supplier. Oh, and of course, Clover considers Kemo her newest friend. After awhile, the two head on their separate ways.

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