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ooc. Round one begins. Anyone is free to join OR watch at any time, creature accounts are welcome as the students will need inspiration, this will be a hunt free post. So, they craved the knowledge of the lungs, of the melodies that filled each and every day? It had been such a significant part of communication for the vixen, listening, replicating and understand the songs that the birds twittered, that her mother had sang to her in her puphood, that she had created and sung herself. Each and every decidable, note, word, it all came down to an art, and not all creatures were capable of such beauty. However, in the power of a howl, she had learned that her species was one of such and so, with that, she had learned, and now, she would teach. With her autumn corpse upon the lake’s beauty, snow blanketing the once green grass and leaving imprints of her movements, she had chosen her studio. She sat beneath a tree, enclosed in the shade of the sunny afternoon, each and every snowflake reflecting like precious diamonds. The goal in her mind had been simple, teach them beauty and art, and the rest would develop with practice, with poise and with an ever looking teacher upon hand. This is where the creatures would flock and hear the voices of the predators, this day would be known in history as the one of grace and beauty, and perhaps, talent would envelope from it. However...without students, a teacher could not teach. Tilting her head back, and closing her golden eyes, her breath came upon her lungs easily, and heavily, and sprang forth from her mouth, a howl entwined with a lyric less song, a melody sweeping over the lands and calling, bringing forth those that wished to know the southern accent, that yearned the beauty that was pitching within the ears come forward and learn. It beckoned and whispered to the birds who sat above her head, and it’s message was clear. ”Come.” As the noise faded and her head lowered, her eyelids opening upon the world around her once more, a sincere smile crept upon her face. It was time to share the knowledge she carried, rather than be the one learning. Oh how she hoped she had some serious fighters, because when she was through with them, their lungs would be busting for more air, the arch in their backs were to ache, and reality of the song would hit them. This was no easy task, and she would be sure to share her pain. ”She whispers” ”She sings She thinks

ooc. Round one begins. Anyone is free to join OR watch at any time, creature accounts are welcome as the students will need inspiration, this will be a hunt free post. So, they craved the knowledge of the lungs, of the melodies that filled each and every day? It had been such a significant part of communication for the vixen, listening, replicating and understand the songs that the birds twittered, that her mother had sang to her in her puphood, that she had created and sung herself. Each and every decidable, note, word, it all came down to an art, and not all creatures were capable of such beauty. However, in the power of a howl, she had learned that her species was one of such and so, with that, she had learned, and now, she would teach. With her autumn corpse upon the lake’s beauty, snow blanketing the once green grass and leaving imprints of her movements, she had chosen her studio. She sat beneath a tree, enclosed in the shade of the sunny afternoon, each and every snowflake reflecting like precious diamonds. The goal in her mind had been simple, teach them beauty and art, and the rest would develop with practice, with poise and with an ever looking teacher upon hand. This is where the creatures would flock and hear the voices of the predators, this day would be known in history as the one of grace and beauty, and perhaps, talent would envelope from it. However...without students, a teacher could not teach. Tilting her head back, and closing her golden eyes, her breath came upon her lungs easily, and heavily, and sprang forth from her mouth, a howl entwined with a lyric less song, a melody sweeping over the lands and calling, bringing forth those that wished to know the southern accent, that yearned the beauty that was pitching within the ears come forward and learn. It beckoned and whispered to the birds who sat above her head, and it’s message was clear. ”Come.” As the noise faded and her head lowered, her eyelids opening upon the world around her once more, a sincere smile crept upon her face. It was time to share the knowledge she carried, rather than be the one learning. Oh how she hoped she had some serious fighters, because when she was through with them, their lungs would be busting for more air, the arch in their backs were to ache, and reality of the song would hit them. This was no easy task, and she would be sure to share her pain. ”She whispers” ”She sings She thinks

ooc. Round one begins. Anyone is free to join OR watch at any time, creature accounts are welcome as the students will need inspiration, this will be a hunt free post. So, they craved the knowledge of the lungs, of the melodies that filled each and every day? It had been such a significant part of communication for the vixen, listening, replicating and understand the songs that the birds twittered, that her mother had sang to her in her puphood, that she had created and sung herself. Each and every decidable, note, word, it all came down to an art, and not all creatures were capable of such beauty. However, in the power of a howl, she had learned that her species was one of such and so, with that, she had learned, and now, she would teach. With her autumn corpse upon the lake’s beauty, snow blanketing the once green grass and leaving imprints of her movements, she had chosen her studio. She sat beneath a tree, enclosed in the shade of the sunny afternoon, each and every snowflake reflecting like precious diamonds. The goal in her mind had been simple, teach them beauty and art, and the rest would develop with practice, with poise and with an ever looking teacher upon hand. This is where the creatures would flock and hear the voices of the predators, this day would be known in history as the one of grace and beauty, and perhaps, talent would envelope from it. However...without students, a teacher could not teach. Tilting her head back, and closing her golden eyes, her breath came upon her lungs easily, and heavily, and sprang forth from her mouth, a howl entwined with a lyric less song, a melody sweeping over the lands and calling, bringing forth those that wished to know the southern accent, that yearned the beauty that was pitching within the ears come forward and learn. It beckoned and whispered to the birds who sat above her head, and it’s message was clear. ”Come.” As the noise faded and her head lowered, her eyelids opening upon the world around her once more, a sincere smile crept upon her face. It was time to share the knowledge she carried, rather than be the one learning. Oh how she hoped she had some serious fighters, because when she was through with them, their lungs would be busting for more air, the arch in their backs were to ache, and reality of the song would hit them. This was no easy task, and she would be sure to share her pain. ”She whispers” ”She sings She thinks

Zitori carefully picked her way along the edge of the lake, although she could swim easily she didn't fancy a dip in the waters that would be freezing cold. It was a beautiful place and she gazed over the waters with a dreamy look. She often had the dreamy look on her face, getting lost in the beauty of the world. She shook herself out of her trance-like state, she was here for a reason, she had heard whispers that here she would find a true artist that could teach her the art of the song. With her new found pack and duties, the pale lady wished to improve her singing as she often would find her voice faltering at the height of a howl, and that was a grave dishonour, to fail the howl. “Come” The voice sounded sweetly across the area, and Zitori knew that the one she was seeking was close by so she set off with a purposeful trot on the direction. Sage green eyes scanning for any signs of the singer and nose finding the scent of a lady nearby. Glorious blazing red, met her eyes, resting in the shadows under a tree. For one crazy moment she thought it was her Virtuoso turned female before her, but that was impossible. It seemed that the blazing red hue was popular in this place, just as soft grey pelts were common in her home lands. "Greetings my lady." She said, softly and respectfully as she approached the red lady and sat in front of her a bit off to the left side of her. She snowflakes on the brances glittered in the light, and she was once again facinated by the beauty before her. "I have come to request your expertise in the song." She dipped her head towards the firey lady and then closed her mouth, letting silence fill the space. "Wolf howls." "Wolf thinks."

It was nervousness that made her paws hesitate. The sound of music was such a strong draw for her, the young pup that was raised around humans. But there was the problem, wasn't it? What if she was shunned for this. She had already avoided other wolves and packs because she worried she still smelled of her surrogate mother. But the invitation was just that- inviting- and so her dainty paws made their way across purer snow.

There was definitely beauty to behold. In fact, Terramorn recognized the place from a dream. There was a being of fire in her dream, though she had not been afraid of it. She wondered if they were still here, in the waking world.

'As if you could dream about the real world,' mocked the memories of the pups she used to live with. They were probably right.

But, to some surprise of her own, there was a wolf of fire here. The sharp likeness to Terramorn's dream made her pause in her steps and watch from a distance for a while, finding it difficult to move her paws. Was it wise to approach? She reasoned that the wolf had not been scary in her dream. But that wasn't very reasonable, really. She finally got her paws to move, and they went lightly to the fire wolf.

She hesitated, but gave a respectful dip of the head. It made sense to introduce herself or something, explain why she had come here, but the only thing that she managed to say was: "The song called me here."