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I couldn't think of like, a legit name or anything. Hope this works!



Often times, Mayflower found that she was alone most of the time with nothing but her mother's cloak and an ecentrically whiddled flute her brother had given to her while the two canines were just puppies. Now, she sat boredly on the ground, as she was more comfertable like so, holding the flute up with her humanoid hands and playing a swift, merry tune with a slight smile curled upon her maw as she did so, fingers fluttering over holes in the wood to create different sounds, mainly in a high register that strained her floppy ears. After a minute of playing just an improvised peice, she lowered her flute and stood, looking around.


Mayflower's small demenor was compatiable with her bashful personality, though most of the time the merle blue Australian Shepherd chose to be highly shy around pack-mates and other individuals she didn't know personally. An exagerrated sigh slipped past rubbery textured lips hued ivory, warm air disolving into the cooler air swirling about. Flute clasped in her hand, Mayflower circled about, looking rather bored as she did so with a concentrated look delicately placed on her mostly alabaster face, though carmel patches were placed gingerly over amber eyes, and her ears held the same merle blue patches with the smallest black dots appearing in the dark blue-ish color.


Mayflower

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figured this could be set for after the storm & after ookami spends a couple days in Northern Tides... soooo about October 6th? Is that alright? <3


Returning home from Northern Tides, he felt different. While he was there, he met two others, but also broke his record for amount of cuts inflicted in one time. He didn't exactly know how to explain the way he felt.. just that it was different. It was so strange, he felt like he needed to cut himself, but he would look down at the inside of his forearms and picture how much blood was just pouring out of his skin and he would become disgusted. The thoughts of cutting himself were forgotten then, and he was glad for this, but he knew it wouldn't be long until he was unable to quit thinking about it.


And he was right. As he passed over the borders to his pack, the tingling sensation in his fingertips fired up. He had to cut into his flesh, but his wounds were still so fresh. He wanted to let them heal up a little, but what was the point of that anyway? They would just be broken back open soon enough. Those excuses seemed good enough to his mind because he was quickly running towards shelter where he wouldn't be seen committing self-harm.

Just as he thought he found the perfect place, music wandered into his ears. They perked up, towards where it came from. Then, he felt his heart lift. It lifted for the first time since he started this act and he felt happy for a moment. Then it stopped, and his heart dropped low. The thoughts of harming himself were for the moment, out the door. He had to find the source of this music.

It wasn't hard to find the small Austrailian Shepard, she was close. He could smell her from where he had been when he heard the music. His eyes found her and he walked closer to her, crossing his arms over his chest automatically. This hid the cuts and scars. But he didn't think about any of that, he was just so marvelled at how his heart had felt when he heard that flute. "Will you... Will you play some more?" He didn't know this female from Adam.. but he had to hear that flute's music again.

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That's wonderful!



At the sounds of footsteps, Mayflower's heart gave a sudden, fearful lurch. Had someone heard her playing? The only other she had played around was her brother, well.. the only living other. Mayflower scrambled about a bit, stumbling before regaining balance. "W-what?" she stuttered, stumbling to pick up her wooden flute from the ground where she'd dropped it in her fretful, squirrel-like actions. "I-I suppose," she murmured, holding the ecentrically carved instrument to her rubbery lips, parting them slightly to blow into the instrument.


Nimble fingers worked across the keys, a smile curling across her muzzle as she did so, eyes closing to slints as she played. Notes she'd so often played came out in bright staccatos, coming from a rather high octave. After a minute of playing quick-paced improvised music she began to play slurs and such, accenting a note every once in awhile as she saw fit. Holding out a final, somewhat sharp-sounding note, Mayflower brought down her instrument, blinking open amber eyes surrounded by deep carmel patches, merle-blue ears raising slightly.


"Thanks for listening, it's not often someone appreciates my playing," she whispered in a voice that was as high as the notes she was playing, her head lowering bashfully. Fingers of her right hand wrapped around the middle of her flute, the other adjusting the familiar cloack of her deceased mother at her shoulders. The canine glanced down at her flute, a grin still stretched across her alabaster maw, dark and light pink hued nose twitching slightly. "I don't think I know who you are though, sorry," she continued in her same, quiet voice that was barely able to be heard by even the keenist canine ears.


Mayflower

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<3


Her voice was quiet, almost too quiet for Ookami to hear. He was so transfixed on her though. Something about the way that that music had lifted his heart, he couldn't even think to ask what she had said. Then she started playing again. His amber eyes were glued onto the instrument she was holding, not able to look away.

He hadn't realized he was holding his breath until she stopped playing and a large breath whoosed out of him. He felt strange. His heart was beating so fast in his chest, he was sure that the wonderful girl before him with the amazing music could see his chest pounding. His eyes stayed locked on her, hardely hearing what she said.

He shook his head as she spoke, "It was... heartlifting." It was the only thing that could really describe how he was feeling. These past few weeks of his heart sinking lower and lower each and every day. And now, in just a few notes of a flute, his heart was lifted skyhigh. But it was weird. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Why was such simple music making him feel so strange? He didn't get it, and he wasn't sure if he really wanted to.

Her voice sounded in his ears again, soft and quite. And for the first time in a while, he smiled.. Really smiled. "My name is Ookami. I am quite new here.. Who are you?" His voice was soft and sweet, kind and love filled. This was so weird, he didn't know how to explain these feelings. He felt normal again.

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A grin curled upon her ivory hued maw as the other canine spoke, eyes glimmering merrily in what light there was shining about. "Thank you," she said in a voice just above a whisper, floppy ears pulling upwards in a happy pose. Clutching the flute in her hand, she glanced about, retreating her arms behind her cloak somewhat. Finally someone appreciated her music, she was sure the only individuals who enjoyed her playing were her deceased parents and her brother, who she rarely saw even if they were in the same pack. Still smiling joyously, she nodded. "I'm rather new as well," spoke the canine, "My name's Mayflower," she introduced with a humble bow, though it wasn't one of the low gentlemen bows, she only lowered her torso a bit.


"So.." she mumbled sheepishly, shuffling hind paws on the ground, clasping her hands behind her thickly furred back underneath her cloak, attention turning downwards to the ground, kicking about a rock with her hind paws.

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