angry walls that steal the air

Kansas Sadira · 10-19-2011, 05:08 AM

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In his heart was the sense that something was about to erupt, the chaos of the war among his pack and its neighbors mounting uncontrollably. The pale Sadira seldom took time for leisure, which symbolized an abrupt change in his general attitude. He paid excessive attention to the whereabouts of his loved ones, checking on them often, and when he was not attending to this duty he took on others, with frequent patrols of the borders being the most common. The war had forced him outside of himself, and while he hated the cause, the change was welcome. He had needed something to spur him into useful action, and somehow he felt freer and more confident with the addition of purpose to his existence. It would linger even after the trouble had ensued and ended at last. It shamed him that a war had been necessary to alter his mindset, but he was quietly glad that something had finally knocked some sense into him.

He had undertaken his usual routine throughout the remarkably sunny day, checking in with his mate and her partner in leadership, nosing around Crimson Dreams to briefly speak with each of his children and satisfy himself with their safety. Toward midafternoon, the white wolf found himself back in his room, wishing to sit on the bed and relax for a few moments until he decided what next to do with his time. His eyes wandered slowly to the guitar in the corner of the room, its frets dulled by a layer of gray dust, and a deep longing appeared in his calm expression. With a sigh he approached the guitar, touched the beautiful wood. The music that his hands had once created played temptingly in his mind. His elongated digits twitched and drew back, ears falling sadly. It would be selfish of him to venture off, to lose his momentum. But his thoughts were tangled into an anxious knot, a knot easily loosened by... music. In the weeks since he had picked up the instrument, the Sadira had become jittery, and until now he had not consciously recognized it. Warily, he turned and glanced out the window, where emerald fans of pine branches brushed against the window, battered softly by the gentle breeze outside.

For several moments the poor man was in turmoil, even close to tears. There was so much to think about, and it was so very difficult to organize those thoughts into sense. His brow furrowed in distress, he glanced at the guitar, unable to deny that playing it would help him. Perhaps Savina and Anu would not be too disappointed if he disappeared for a few hours, it had been so long since he had taken the liberty as he used to so thoughtlessly. With his decision, Kansas grabbed the guitar quickly, threw his satchel over his shoulder, and sped out of his room.

He exited the manor into the bright mocking sunshine, pale eyes half-lidded to shield burning rays. He moved at a quick pace toward the South, the guitar clutched protectively to his chest. It did not take him more than a quarter of an hour to leave the confines of Crimson Dreams' autumn-bright forest, where the colorful deciduous trees disappeared entirely, and the conifers sparsely defined the flat, rocky land. He had reached The Trenches, where the lack of forest allowed the most vibrant sunshine and coolest breezes. Mindful of his instrument, Kansas avoided the steep and rocky paths, and since he did not wish to go far, he quickly found a patch of earth that was soft underfoot, a bed of rock from which sprouted a few soft patches of yellowing grass. He reclined, crossing his limbs, and after removing his bag and setting it aside he merely leaned over his guitar, eyes closed, chest rising and falling as he breathed the fresh air with relief and abandon. Moments passed, his anxiety ebbing as he came closer to fully realizing that he was about to do what he loved to do the most, after relinquishing it for so long. His hands settled in their rightful places, one at the neck of the guitar, the other at the strings. He opened his eyes and smiled a little as his claws began their dance and music filled the silence. This was what he needed.

Image courtesy of Bethesda Game Studios/Fallout 3; table by the Mentors!

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Ophelia · 10-21-2011, 12:00 AM

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A light breeze rustled Ophelia's fur as she slowly walked through the long grass, light blue eyes wandering as she moved forward, basket hanging on her forearm. Ophelia had the sudden urge to adventure her area, and had stumbled upon this region, which was a quite a bit away from Halifax, which meant she had a long trip back. Still, the young lady took her time as a content smile appeared upon her lips. Pushing her short hair out of her face, Ophelia continued on, wet dew covering her lower legs as she continued on, wondering what was in store for her in this new place that was ever so different from Honduras.

a familiar sound hit her eardrum as she continued to walk, and she couldn't help but pause and listen for a short moment. It was a faint, but it was there. The soft sound of a guitar and a skilled player. Her smile continued to widen as she made her way towards the sound. After a bit more walking, Ophelia finally arrived, observing the player and the gorgeous instrument known as the guitar. Ophelia had heard the sweet instrument before, but that was way back when she was still in her birth tribe. She remembered the lovely sound that reminded her so much of tropical Honduras, that she couldn't help but begin to dance. It was a very tribal, almost a gypsy-like dance, with many hand movements and foot movements. She spun and moved in a graceful, but carefree way. Ophelia hoped she didn't surprise the guitarist to much, for she had randomly jumped out of nowhere and began to dance. She wanted him to continue, she wanted to dance like when she was young....er.

After a minute or so of dancing, Ophelia finally stopped with her hands together and slowly coming apart and finally moving in various ways until the finally lowered to her chest. A charming grin remained on Ophelia's face as she stood in front of the guitarist. "Hi there! You play well! I hope I'm not bothering you, but I'm Ophelia, and I couldn't help but dance. Nice to meet you!" Ophelia couldn't help but stand there awkwardly with a goofy smile on her face, hoping she wouldn't be chased away.

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Kansas Sadira · 10-21-2011, 10:50 PM

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Oh, I like her! 300+

Kansas was completely entranced in a state of bliss as the sweet music emanated from his instrument, adding to the deep serenity of the quiet, rocky place. Just as he had joyfully anticipated, his nerves eased and died away, and the man became lost in the only art he could claim as his true talent. He played a soft song from a book of tabs written by a human band called "Genesis," a haunting and complicated melody that had taken him months to perfect. The beautiful music filled his heart with happiness. He had almost forgotten the effect that his own playing had on his thoughts, for only music could bring them to expand and wander to magical places, all of them good.

He was very absorbed in what he was doing. The snowy werewolf did not notice the young woman's approach and became aware of her presence only after she had come close to him, and began to dance. He looked up at her with a bashful expression and a goofy grin, flattered that she found his playing pleasing enough to dance to. Watching her movements, he was deeply impressed by her skill. Though her eyes were playful, she danced with grace and dignity, in perfect rhythm with his playing. He changed the tempo a little so that she could dance more freely if she wished, and for several moments he simply enjoyed watching her move to the notes he played.

The woman stopped dancing and gazed at him with eyes full of light and energy. Kansas' digits paused and he let the guitar lie lax in his lap as he smiled warmly at her. Her words were bright and cheerful, and again Kansas had been pleasantly complimented. Haha, thanks, miss. You weren't eh, a bother, at all. I like your dancing. You're very good, he spoke happily. This young girl was very pleasant. He already suspected that they would get along fine. I'm Kansas.... Do you play anything? he asked curiously.

Image courtesy of Bethesda Game Studios/Fallout 3; table by the Mentors!

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Ophelia · 10-25-2011, 12:22 AM

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ooc Aww, thanks :3 Kansas is adorable!

The man before her was a truly skilled player at his instrument, that was for sure. He played with a fine tempo, and even changed it for her dance more freely to. The song he had played was a truly elegant melody, that was most likely terribly complicated. Ophelia was grinning from ear to ear, her scarf hanging loosely around her neck. As he set down the fine instrument and gave a warm smile, Ophelia gave a small sigh. Good, she wasn't going to be attacked. Vesper did tell her to be more cautious... or something like that.

As the male before her complimented her dancing, her eyes lit up brightly. "Thanks a bunch! You're playing is pretty rocking!" Ophelia pretended to play the guitar, but kinda failed. Like usual, a happy smile was on her face. This male was nice so far, and she hoped they could become friends. "I like you're name, Kansas. I play violin, which is sorta-kinda like the guitar." Ophelia wasn't completely sure if the violin was like a guitar, but she was going to say so anyways. They both had strings, and they both made enchanting music. So they had to be relatives... Right?

"So, Kansas, where did you learn how to play the guitar?" It was a curious question, with Ophelia tilting her head to the side. Ophelia wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck, even though it wasn't even that chilly. You had no idea how many times her scarf ran away from her if it wasn't on tight enough, and it liked to get stuck in the oddest of places! Like in Ether's tail (Which was not a fun time), in a tree, even in a bird's nest! Ophelia then slowly lowered herself to the ground, and crossed her legs, and looked up at Kansas, like a young child waiting for a story to be told. "I learned how to dance and play the violin in my home country, Honduras." Ophelia nodded, for she felt like she must tell him if he was going to tell her. "By the way, what song were you just playing? It was very nice...."

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