When: 15 Tria (Summer), 81380 Their will and way Child's play, in the meadows of spring Do not look light or all of sight Will turn dark and musty Please let their way be shining Guide their hearts all the way Do not loose sight My children Or you will only fade Bring your tired feet to the land Where children can play enternaly Do not look light or all of sight Will turn dark and musty The song ended with small applause as faces came and gone. Her little tin can filled with a small litter of change good enough for a small meal once again. Her chest weaved in and out as she caught her breath from her song. It was getting harder for her to sing since shes been getting a cold. But this is the only way for her to get food. She has no other choice, her skinny hand reached for her can and she sniffed the money making sure it was real. The last time she got a wrapper from some food and her money stank of meat. But this time the people were nice this time to leave this golden beauty with more than enough for a simple fast food dinner. She grabbed the money from the can and threw it away, pocketing her food money. Her jaw opened slightly so her tongue could lick up a bit of slobber from her mouth, she was so hungry. She walked briskly off her stage, which consist of a cardboard box as the stage floor and the light of a road lamp. To her destination, The food market. She turned around the corner her eyes lifting up as she saw herself somthing uncommon to her. "fooodd...." She shivered in glee, a meal! Finally, she ran up to a food marketer and put all her money ontop of the desk. "What can I buy with this?!" She asked the clerk, who looked bewildered by the sight of the ravenous beauty. "uh..Well you can have this..." He took the money and gave her a small peice of prime meat. She smiled at the clerk "Thank you!!!" She grabbed it and bit into the raw meat, her mouth filled with savory meat. She ran back to her stage, where she scared away some bugs that made their home on her stage. She then sat down gently onto the stage and ate lovingly. She bit small chunks off, forcing herself to eat it slowly, becuase if she ate it fast she would be faced with more hunger than before.
<table width=410px" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=2px bgcolor=#000000 style="border-left:4px #FFFFFF solid; border-top:4px #FFFFFF solid; border-right:4px #FFFFFF solid; border-bottom:4px #FFFFFF solid"><tr><td><font color=#FFFFFF><div align="justify"> OOC: Hiya! Hope you don't mind me hopping in. If it's a private thread then I'll just sink into the darkness and you wouldn't even know I was here ^^ <font color=#FFFFFF>~But please don't break it~</font> Khuta was as usual, hanging out in one of the many places of Ramath to pass his time. While hanging out, he was hoping to maybe by chance meet his long lost parents. He refused to believe that they were long gone no matter what everyone told him. They were cruelly separated from him and he hasn't the chance to say goodbye yet. He was very certain they were still breathing and very much alive. It was sort of like a curse he had to live through. His past wasn't a happy one and it won't be until he accomplished his goal in life. He ran a white paw through his spiky hair that would never be flat down on his head no matter what he does with it. His mother had a theory that when a civil war broke out in his hometown, Khuta was so scared that his hair stood on ends permanently. But the arden knew it was just a joke and that he inherited this hair from his grandfather. Apparently this gene skipped a generation so Khuta got it and not his father. The half-coloured arden was still thinking about his past when he heard the sweet sound of a thill singing. It came somewhere nearby the food market and with his precious guitar strapped over his shoulder, he went to investigate. However, he came a little too late for when he reached the scene, the singing had stopped, a crowd had dispersed and he only managed to catch a running figure towards the food market. A few moments later, the same figure emerged from the market and back to the small spot of cardboard box. Curious as to what a person with such voice would be doing begging in the streets, he went over. What he saw was a small, fragile thill nibbling her meat away. He couldn't really tell her age, but he was certain she was a little older than him. He wanted to leave her alone and mind his own business. But curiosity got the better of him and he bent down so that he was eye level with the stranger. <span style='color:green'>Hey, err... I heard your singing. It was beautiful,</span> he said. He was stuck on what to say and he only mumbled out his next sentence. <span style='color:green'>Well, don't mind me. I'm just uh... well, I don't know what I'm doing actually.</span> <tag /></td></tr></table>
Her ears lifed shifting her short mane into a ruffled state. Was someone coing closer? She took a quick bite out of her food finishing the small yet loving meal. She felt somewhat full, but that was good for today. She lifted her head as she wiped her hands gently on her coat. Her eyes setting on a nula, who was cut in half by a simple line of black and white. It was an intresting color as she looked awed by the ice blue eyes that looked at her humble form. She also noted the diffrent sets of wings and something clicked on her tongue of thought. Lukuo. She smiled as the nula spoke to her, in a kind matter. 'Hey, err... I heard your singing. It was beautiful.' She shook her awe off by nodding, she had heard such compliments often. It was nice once in a while to get such compliment would make her fur bristle. And before she new it it was, she took a hand and smoothed out her fur quickly as the nula mumbled. ' Well, don't mind me. I'm just uh... well, I don't know what I'm doing actually.' She chuckled as the nula seemed to want some company. Or atleast that's what she got from his tone of voice. Her eyes laid onto a guitar and she became welcoing by voice and heart. " No don't go, We music makers need to keep together.." She said softly, her voice filled with honest warmth. She scooted off to the side letting some space on her stage for the nula to sit himself. "What's your names anyways?" She asked as she settled herself on the new spot, her tail wrapping around her carefully.
<table width=410px" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=2px bgcolor=#000000 style="border-left:4px #FFFFFF solid; border-top:4px #FFFFFF solid; border-right:4px #FFFFFF solid; border-bottom:4px #FFFFFF solid"><tr><td><font color=#FFFFFF><div align="justify"> -- <font color=#FFFFFF>~But please don't break it~</font> Khuta smiled at the stranger. Her voice was sweet even when she wasn't singing. It was really meant for singing. He sat down beside her at her invitation. He was a little hesitant at first, knowing full well that an odd looking Lukuo like him would sometimes be shunned upon. Also, he found that many pendragons stay away from him when they found that h learnt hypnosis. But his thill didn't need to know. <span style='color:green'>Thank you, m'dam</span> he said as he placed himself on the small spot of cardboard box. His two tails were folded to his side, away from the femme in case he accidentally burnt her. <span style='color:green'>The name's Khuta.</span> He held out a white paw to shake hers. Khuta gave a warm smile to her. It was not very common that a complete stranger would like to know him or offer him company for that matter. But really, he wondered if he was the one offering company to the thill. <span style='color:green'>Do you do this everyday?</span> he said, mentioning her singing. <tag /></td></tr></table>
She breathed out her breath misting even though the waether was warm and humid, it never effected her. She shivered and brought her coat around her more. She smiled her twilight blue eyes shimering with kindness. She nocticed that he kept his tails away from her, she looked up at the nula as he had introduced himself. 'The name's Khuta.' She took his hand, hesitantly at first. It's been a while since she ever talked to a nula. She grabbed it softly, then shook it with a kind demeanor. She then let go as Khuta asked if she did this everday. She chuckled as she nodded, she wasn't ashamed of it, it was like her own adventure. "Oh yes, I do everyday. It's fun.." She said as her ears lowered. Her blue eyes hid under her short mane as she spoke on. "My own little adventure you could say, or a sad little way to get money. Either way is the words to explain it.." She lifted her head letting her muzzle open as if it was speaking the words she was saying in telepathy. She did not have to waste her breathe otherwise on singing "Eheh...Well thats the Rambling of Nuiu for you, That's me if your wondering." She chuckled softly her blue eyes sparkling again. "Can you play a tune? I would very much like to hear other music than my own." She requested Khuta. Her ears lifted slightly as she waited for his reply, she hoped it wasn't too much to ask. She began to have second thoughts "Only if you want to Khuta." She said softly in slight disapointment.
<table width=410px" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=2px bgcolor=#000000 style="border-left:4px #FFFFFF solid; border-top:4px #FFFFFF solid; border-right:4px #FFFFFF solid; border-bottom:4px #FFFFFF solid"><tr><td><font color=#FFFFFF><div align="justify"> OOC: Sorry for this really late reply ^^" <font color=#FFFFFF>~But please don't break it~</font> Khuta noticed that the thill was a little cold. Heck, mist was coming out from her breath. He moved his red tail-flame towards her, giving her a source of heat. He wondered why she was feeling cold as it was already summer and the day had much warmth. However, he did not question it for she had answered his question. He noticed she didn't introduce herself. Which didn't really bother Khuta. He was used to pendragon's who like to remain anonymous or had absent mindedly slipped to mention their name. The latter seems kind of cute, actually. He listened as she softly told him that her job was fun. "<span style='color:green'>You know, you don't have to keep singing in the streets,</span>" Khuta mentioned, thinking over his words, hoping he wouldn't offend this stranger. "<span style='color:green'>I know a few places where they'll know talent and offer you a gig.</span>" He knew those few places because he was offered a gig there. With her voice, she could easily get her own gig. Doesn't matter if she knows how to play an instrument at all. They always have back-up music. Khuta's mind returned from his thoughts as she asked him about his music. But she seemed sceptical that he would play for her. He smiled. With music, he would play for anybody. Even the worst criminal in prison. Khuta was some sort of a show-off and he was happy that this stranger would ask of his music. "<span style='color:green'>Of course, I would. Music shouldn't be wasted.</span>" He commented while reaching back to take his guitar over his shoulder. He unzipped the leather casing and took out his beloved and well cared for guitar. "<span style='color:green'>Would you rather have me play or play and sing?</span>" <tag /></td></tr></table>
She smiled as he brought his tails near her, she focused a little more on the warmth trying to calm her powers a little bit. Her ears lifted as she listened quietly to Khuta's tries to get her off the street. SHe smiled, her eyes warming towards him. It did sound nice, but she still wasn't so sure. Her singing was indeed wonderful to others, as she got compliments and offer's. She kept throwing them away, not wanting to ruin her current life. Soon enough they stopped as she sang into her older years. Her question before now hit khuta's mouth. Which had a big smile on it as he spoke of doing it for her. She went onto her knees and leaned towards him, her muzzle in front of his. A giant smile on her canine muzzle "You really would?" She clapped her hands together as he asked if he should sing or play it. She sat back to her butt and closed her eyes slightly as she thought. A singing with a beautiful guitar, or just have pure guitar. It was a hard choice but she picked. "Guitar only please! This is going to be wonderful." She noticed that he wasn't using her name at all. She felt slightly confused as she did hide her name within one of her sentences. "Oh, Here I'm Nuiu." She said putting a hand onto her scarf. "Now I'll be quiet so you can play." She brought herself to silence, she began to be anxious of what type of music he played. Her tail swayed gently back and forth as she waited for him to set up.
<table width=410px" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=2px bgcolor=#000000 style="border-left:4px #FFFFFF solid; border-top:4px #FFFFFF solid; border-right:4px #FFFFFF solid; border-bottom:4px #FFFFFF solid"><tr><td><font color=#FFFFFF><div align="justify"> -- <font color=#FFFFFF>~But please don't break it~</font> Khuta inched back a little as the thill appeared right in front of his face, knees bent. One, he was a little surprised and two, he was far sighted. The nearer an object, the blurer it seems. So he had to move his head backwards a little to get a clearer look at her. She seemed all excited. Khuta wondered if she ever heard an instrument being played before. Which was a silly thought, considering she does know how to sing and have perfect pitch. Khuta nodded to her question and patiently waited as she decided if he should sing and play or just play. She went for the latter. Khuta smiled at her. <span style='color:quot'>Alright, then. Guitar it is.</span> Before he began, she introduced her name again. And Khuta wondered as to why he was stupid not to pick up her name when she spoke. Shrugging to himself, he positioned his guitar and tuned up the strings. Then he began. The music was one of his best. When he performed it, he was usually called for an encore. It goes well with singing as well as just a song. The music started out as soft, flowing sets of notes. It conveyed a feeling of sadness and loneliness; something Khuta was very familiar of. At the middle, it reached it's conflict where it goes a little agitated. He strummed it hard, but not hard enough to snap the strings. Khuta then ended the song with fading flowing notes. His tail twitched a little in curiosity as well as nervousness as what this stranger would say although he was confident. Would she like it? After all, one pendragon's meat was another pendragon's poison. Now where had he heard this phrase before? It doesn't matter right now. He looked at Nuiu with a question mark on his face, waiting for feedback. <tag /></td></tr></table>
She smiled as she waited for him to play, his guitar filled into his hands. It stood betweens it's master's hands obediently waiting as he positioned himself. Her eyes lowered slightly as her ears rose, she had to concentrate, otherwise the music would be a waste if she didn't hear it truly. She looked up slightly at the guitar as it was played with great heart. The instrument weild to it's masters call, it was so beautiful. Her fur rose slightly as she shivered with some of the notes. It reminded her greatly of what her mother and father used to play. Though they didn't use the guitar they were more of the classicle type. her tail slowed as she tried to keep tempo on the guitar. But soon enough the music was over, her eyes widened slightly as if awoken and she smiled. She clapped full heartidly, her smile wide "Wonderful wonderful!" She closed her eyes and opened them slightly to recall some of the tones she heard. "It was very sad...it seemed, yet it'd be somthing that would make others like me enjoy." She lowered her hands as her clapping disapeard. "Aww I haven't heard such a instrument in a while.." It was hard being poor, but it was ok. She would hopefully see passing bards like him. Then again he was the only one that ever did. She smiled sadly on the inside.
