OOC: an AW thread, so anyone please, but just one for now.
Flayra had sat at the piano in the parlor room. He had been lingering around the piano a lot lately, since it was the only thing, to her, she could do. She wanted to get out a talk to other wolves, but they are either busy or not here at the moment. She felt a lone a little, but she played to keep her loneliness away. He placed her fingers on the keys, yet she was asking herself what to play. She had composed some melodies, but she didn't know which one to play.
She then made her choice as she began to hit each key rhythmatically as she played a melody, which she called, The Song of the Flower. It was mainly based on how thing are in some way related to a flower and how it blooms. The song included life, love, hope, and peace. She just wanted to play, but she knew that it wasn't going to get her anywhere, but she just wanted to play, for now.
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The days grew chillier as the months slowly rolled into an early winter. Although nothing in the sense of snow had yet fallen, the earth was growing cold and hard, hastily swept by faraway winds, forgotten by the prolonged rains of autumn. The white Crimson Dreamer found herself, on days such as this, drawn towards the as of yet undiscovered comfort of the Manor. Perhaps there was something in the air, or maybe the capricious weather made her feel this way, but more often that before she found herself staring in the direction of the grand building, finding it more homely than she had ever thought it to be. Of course, she would never renounce the pleasure sleeping in a den, bundled up next to the core of the earth brought her. However, if before she used to think of Haven Manor as a place she would never be able to see as part of her home, she now felt a soft tug in its direction whenever she was near it, like a delicate thread pulling her closer, enveloping her in a sense of awe. Times like this she would do little else than gaze in its direction, almost enraptured by something that for other wolves was as common as hunting prey.
It so happened that now she could not contain her curiousity for much longer. Her steps took her almost without her volition in the direction of the manor, her red cloak trailing swiftly behind her. The sunflower in her hair contrasted nicely against the red of her coat, bringing back the air of a summer long gone. As she gently pushed the door of the building open, the soft sounds of music came to her from somewhere within the grand structure. She peered around curiously, her mind trying to register all of the things that were as of yet slightly unfamiliar to her, trying to understand what attracted others to this place when she felt so close to her den and her strong need of open spaces. The music, however, was drawing her towards the manor, so she silently slipped in and closed the door behind her. She allowed a few seconds to pass before making her way towards the source of the sound, just as quietly as she had entered, hoping her presence would not disturb whoever was making the melodious noise. Finally she discovered the sound came from a heavy -looking instrument (she had never seen or heard a piano before) which was, apparently, being played by a female wolf Urma had no recollection of having met before. The familiar pack scent, however, gave her away as being a fellow Crimson Dreamer, which should of course have been fairly obvious considering no stranger would be able to enter the manor without anyone's notice. The ivory femme sat down on the floor of the room, unconsciously blocking the doorway, her attention completely caught by the elegant sounds. She didn't want to interrupt or startle the alabaster femme playing the unfamiliar instrument, and she knew that addressing her would cause just that, so she patiently sat and watched her in silence, waiting for the musical piece to come to an end.
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OOC: so sorry for lateness. Christmas and grounded are such pain int he ass when it comes to RPing.
Flayra continued to play each key, playing a different sound which, put together in a rhythmical order, made a song. The days were getting longer and colder, which was noticeable to almost every one. The girl could remember the last winter. Beauty of white sheets covering the field of wild flowers and the elegance of green fields. Winter, from the girl's point of view and possibly other wolves, was beautiful.
The young wolfess noticed a female standing at the archway, but she didn't stop playing. Nothing good ever came to an unfinished song. In fact, the female standing idle was her first audience for the day. Flayra was a young girl with a good talent to entertain with the gift of music. She believed that everyone has hidden potential. Maybe the piano was her hidden potential. Finishing her song, she turned to set her sapphire orbs to the female. "Good day."
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