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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 8:55 pm
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Carter preferred to ramble. The towns held little attraction for him; though he had finally come to nest in a wing of his grandmother's manor, he was by nature more of a loner. The quiet and solitude of the woods attracted him, and he often spent days or weeks out on his own, wandering. Not lost, particularly, though he sometimes wasn't sure where he was. If he needed to find his way, he could find the points of the compass by the sun or the stars. Eventually he would get where he was going.
Today he padded through a chill afternoon, listening to the crunch of dried leaves beneath his feet. Autumn was a difficult time in which to be stealthy. It was a good thing, he thought, that he wasn't trying to be silent.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 7:37 am
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Carter's ear twitched as he caught a soft sound, almost drowned out by the crackle of his own feet in the leaves. He paused, tilting his head to listen; his headwings angled slightly, lowering to help direct any sound into his sensitive ears. Yes - the soft scratching of a pen on paper. Someone was here. And busy, from the sound of it.
When Carter moved again, his footsteps were softer, though still audible; pianissimo, a musically inclined listener might say. He was tracking now, curious. Somebody writing meant that another kat was here; perhaps he could get a peek at what the stranger was composing. He saw a tail first, flicking with metronome steadiness - a pink and black tail, though the shade was brighter than his own rose color. He padded quietly up behind the tree, peering around the trunk, and found to his surprise that the other was also male, and, by his scent, a Good-type.
The paper the other male wrote on was lined with blank staves, and rather than letters forming words, the stranger was writing music. Carter's ears twitched again with interest. He had had a little musical training, enough to play an arpeggio or two on the terribly out-of-tune piano in the manor, but this piece was beyond his ability to read. Still, he leaned against the tree trunk, watching silently and curiously as the other composed.
Songstress Kitsune ((Sorry it took me forever to reply!))
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 5:12 pm
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Ryou took a brief break from marking down notes to quietly hum what he had so far, trying to determine the appropriate finish to the piece. He was only peripherally aware that he was observed; as the other Fae was not attempting to break his concentration, his or her presence was filed under "matters to attend to later." His tail flicked out-of-pattern once, twice, and then he settled on an ending, a descending scale with a decrescendo. He marked it down on the page, then capped off the pen and set it aside, allowing the composition to rest out and the ink to dry.
Only then, with his work finished, did he look up and fully register that he wasn't alone. He turned slightly, wearing a polite smile.
"Is it safe to assume that you mean me no harm?" He asked casually, rather unconcerned. Whomever this was, he ought to have struck while Ryou was absorbed in his work if he intended to, so he was willing to assume he was in no danger.
Prolixity [[I am such a failure at keeping up with things DX]]
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 5:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 6:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 3:22 pm
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