[html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... _table.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Graceful, amateur fingers began to play the aged instrument; playing a slow, sad song that rang out through the otherwise silent building. He had learned the violin from a dying man just before his life expired, and though he only knew bits and pieces of one song thus far, he continued to play. When the notes he knew ended, the song again repeated with a skill of one far more talented than the young boy. In his free time he played a lot, having taken the old man's instrument as in death he would no longer need it. But Jael wished to play, and so he did. He doubted the man would mind. He began again, planning on searching for a book of songs to learn something knew. At least he'd learned how to read music before his time ran out.
He had taken the old man's life himself. Arthritis and blindness had begun to take it's toll until the old man could no longer rise. Jael had torn out his throat to ease his suffering. The shock of his actions had struck him like a blow once he'd seen the man grow still and limp, blood streaming from his neck. And yet, it had been so easy. He was meant to kill. He was a wolf and thus a predator. It was like killing a rabbit or a deer. And yet. He found no joy in killing the man--only sorrow. And so in silence, he played him a song, though the man was long gone and this place far from his resting place. [/html]
[html]
OOC: Hi. Looked lonely.
Flayra walked along the old streets of Halifax. Rust buildings, cracked stone, old street lamps, before it became this, how did the humans used to live. It would be extremely noisy. Supposing that some of the humans were used to loud noises of the many other humans that would pass by. She however, didn't seem to think about it because she didn't want to think about it. She still was haunted by the crush words that Haku projected at her. Her mind was cracked, her inner soul was damaged, some what unrepairable. This changed her, making her distant herself from her own packs, not even wanting to say anything to them, not even to her own brother. She just wished that someone would come and heal her wounds that inflicted her soul and mind. If no did, then who knows what would happen to her.
Passing on of the buildings, her ears perked up as she heard the sound of a violin. The way it was played, it sounded sad. Maybe the poor soul that is playing had been through the same as her. She was sad, but it was changing her normal personality. It was changing her. What would she become? She entered the building that was emitting the rhythms of the stringed instrument. Coming into a room, she saw with her blue eyes a young hybrid playing a violin. She just peaked her head beyond the door so she could see who it was. She moved past the arch entry way, making her presence known. She stood there, watching the young male play so beautifully. "That's good playing," she commented with a soft, light voice.
[/html]
[html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... _table.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Quickly he would grow tired of playing the same short piece again and again--the sounds redundant to the point of boredom. But before this could happen, Jael was interrupted by a voice that underlaid the sound of the violin. Bow in one hand, instrument in the other, the pale boy turned around to peer at the strange woman that had entered the room. A compliment had been given, though the wolf was faintly ashamed of his lack of musical variety. "Thank you," he replied quietly, thrown off by this intrusion on his solitude. As always, his awkwardness around others rose to the surface. His father had attempted to teach him all wolves were worthless, backstabbing scum, while coyotes reigned supreme.
But Jael was a wolf and looked like a wolf, and so was struck by the dichotomy of the situation. That, coupled with the fact his father was the real traitor, having betrayed his own family and pack for the sake of a single wolf. "Um," he muttered, embarrassed further by his own awkwardness. "I can't play anything else though.. I'm still learning," Jael muttered, voice sinking further under his breath with each syllable. Lips curved into a soft smile, attempting to cover up his inability to socialize with false confidence and outward friendliness. [/html]
[html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... arts-1.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
"She's a wild heart"
She had left her pack lands to get away from Leroy. If anything Svara didn't want to be around her Ex-mate right now. The freedom she felt of no longer being mated was amazing. Of course the constable didn't not love Leroy, she just didn't think their relationship was working for either of them. Red long locks hung down her shoulders and back today, not tied up like it usually was. The weather was enjoyable and as an healer she had decided to go find herbs. Shoving one into her bag she was carrying her ears flicked as the sound of music traveled through the air. It was a good tune with a good ear, but it wasn't anything special.
Moving ahead Svara continued to collect what she found. Her body was still rittled with cuts, scars, brusises and a fucked up tail, in all she was able to forget about the imperfections. As she moved forwards her thoughts went to Jac and a smile came to her maw. He was interesting, definitly egotistical, an adventure in her books. She had progressed closer to the musician in her findings, not that she was bothered to much by it. Two scents shifted in the air, one was a males and another was a females, and it was slightly familiar.
Moving closer she saw two white bodies and couldn't help but feel the urge to irritate. As the constable got closer it dawned on her who the white she wolf was, and she had to fight back the laughter fighting to escape. When was the last time she had seen the complaining whelp........Plara? Svara couldn't even remember what the girls name was. Walking up to the two the red she wolf looked to the male and winked, an arrogant and flipant gesture. Letting her yellow eyes go to the white girl Svara snorted. "Do you interupt everything good?" Her yellow eyes were condensending to the white she wolf. Oh, there was fun yet to be had.
[/html]
[html]
OOC: Oh no, she has come  Nice avi too, she looks like a close up anime character
Flayra stood there and listened politely to the what the male said. The girl still had things to learn with playing the piano, but she knew that in dew time, she will eventually master it. She also knew that this male will learn more and play different melodies of orchestral rhythm. Maybe, when she and this boy get to know each other more, maybe they could play some melodies together. Flayra on piano and Jael on his violin, and possibly someone else that can do the cello or double bass. They need to have faith in themselves and they will get through anything. "With more practice, you mill make more melodies as beautiful as that song."
She walked over to the male and sat not too far away from him in an available chair. "Flayra Zazkex. Crimson Dreams. You are?" The male had the Inferni sent on him, but she didn't feel scared or worried because she didn't see the point why she should be worried near an Inferni. The canines from the two packs are the same. They were both canines. Basically, they were the same. There was no need for fights. Just a sit down and a talk, things will go fine. The girl was certain of it.
At was at that time, she heard the voice of someone she hoped that she didn't wanted to hear. Her mind was filled with dark, her heart was filling with shadows. Her eyes were showing hate. Svara Thames. The one soul that the white female did not want to see ever again. Besides, wasn't she suppose to be dead? "Oh no. Oh no. Oh no," she said as she turned to the approaching female "To be honest, things were good until you showed. How you've been, Svara?" Flayra hadn't seen Svara since... well since she left Dahlia de Mai. She has grown, but hasn't changed.
[/html]
[html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... _table.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> The white creature moved further into the room, seating herself near Jael. Taking a few steps back, the edge of a table pressed into his back and he turned slightly, placing his instrument carefully on the surface. She introduced herself to him with her pack attached, asking his name in return. "Jael," he replied, swallowing and looking over at the girl. No pack or surname included. Jael was simply Jael, not feeling a part of any of his distinct bloodlines or the clan that currently housed him. Inferni was for coyotes, and Jael was a wolf. He fit in like a wolf amongst sheep.. if very vicious, wolf-hating sheep they were.
And yet another intrusion arrived in the form of a red-haired woman that had found the pair together in the room. Jael looked toward this girl now, raising his eyebrow as she winked at him. Head faintly tilted, regarding this new creature with curiosity as her attitude changed immediately once her attention turned on the white she-wolf. So angry and filled with venom already, hinting at an obvious history. These two were no strangers. 'Oh no, oh no, oh no,' were the words that passed the first wolf's lips turning toward the girl she later called Svara, followed by a faux conversational air, as though she honestly wished to hear answers to the questions she asked.
Jael figured the fun had only just begun. And so he silently watched their interaction for the moment, not yet feeling the need to interrupt. [/html]
[html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... arts-1.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
"She's a wild heart"
Svara looked at the girl with narrowed yellow eyes. She knew Flayra didn't like her, which was fine by Svara. The red she wolf picked on the weak, and Flayra had never seemed to understand that. It was so much fun to push an idiot. The white girls words made Svara roll her eyes. Looking at the male the constable snorted at what Flayra said. "She thinks good it stale old bread. If you want to be bored out of your core then hang with cotton ball over here." She said with a nasty little smirk on her lips. The red she wolf wasn't known for being the nice person. Of course to her pack she wasn't the same type of person, only strangers got the sharpness of her words.
Letting her sharp gaze go back to the white whelp she kept from laughing as she watched her. "Oh like you care. Though I wonder what pack took your ass in. After you left Dhalia I thought no one would bother with you." Crossing her arms over her chest she laughed a little before looking at the other white male again. He smelled of Inferni, the group that she had wanted to talk to for a while now. Though it seemed weird for the wolf hating clan to take in this brute. "Hmmmm interesting." Was all she said as she let her gaze travel over him.
[/html]
[html]
Flayra didn't want this to happen, not in front of someone that was new to both of the white girl and the red haired female. However, Svara was the provocative type, that people couldn't seem to stand. However, she had a new scent on her. A scent that wasn't of the packs that she knew of. On the contrary, she did receive word that a pack was formed not far from Crimson Dreams. What was it? Course Miracles? She had no idea. However, what ever the scent that the white girl picked up was new, so maybe it was of the new pack that was recently made. The girl got older, but didn't change at all. So, the real question was, what pack took her in? "Haven't changed much, have you? Though, you have more scars than last time. Too annoying to Haku, were you?"
Well, to be honest, if Svara hated Haku, she wasn't the only one. Flayra didn't like him from the start. Though he was sort of nice when Flayra first met him, she could see the evil that was in his eyes when she looked at him. Not to mention that he said he would make the white girl's life a living hell if she was able to get back into Dahlia. Thinking about it, she was lucky enough to get out while she could. What if would have raped her when she was older? What if he did the same to Svara? "I can't believe I'm saying this, but that is what I miss about you. Your sarcastic, harshful, and inappropriate words. That is what I miss."
The white girl turned to the white male. She would have to warn him of... Svara's capabilities. He spoke softly,"Becareful, she is know to be... well, like she is." It was true, no doubt about it. Svara was a bitch.
[/html]
[html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... _table.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> flayra, your table is ridiculously difficult for me to read. ><;
Calmly, quietly he watched the two girls' interaction. Vaguely, he smiled when the she-wolf called Svara turned on him, insulting the pale female in a childish manner, but didn't say anything. Of course, Jael didn't know either all too well, and so could not side with either, leaving him to simply remained where he was. It wasn't his place to step in and say anything in a matter where he didn't belong or know the backstory of. Perhaps they each had good enough reason to hate each other--perhaps not. Almost startled gaze toward the red-furred wolfess found her looking him up and down, obviously intrigued by something about him. Again, he lifted an eyebrow, faintly tilting his head to stare back in confusion. His back dug once more into the table behind him, thrown off by this peculiarity. This was broken only by Flayra softly whispering a warning that he could only awkwardly nod and smile at. Jael definitely wasn't a big fan of this entire situation, and did long for them both to take their little interaction elsewhere that didn't involve him. [/html]
|
