//Warning: Noob role player!
Not many have heard the tale of The King Zinogre. The story told of a powerful, wolf like beast that was never defeated. It also told of his musical skill, and his battle skill. They said, when the moon's child sings...the moon would reward it with strength. Strength alone...no...but a godly like power to crush enemies beneath the massive paws. The book also says, this...wyvern loves to play his guitar, and you'll here him play on clear nights in the Misty Peaks, in an area by a large waterfall. Humans called it...the 6th area.
A thunderous roar of a guitar echoed throughout the deadly lands of the Misty Peaks, lightning bugs racing towards one area it seemed. They left a trail of gold and beauty as they did. A soft, relaxed, and sultry voice echoed with the male holding a furred, scaled, and huge guitar.
The song was full of heavy cords that made it seem like there was a rock concert around there. The lightning bugs swarmed around him, creating a beautiful light show as he sang, their wings propelling air towards him, making his hair blow softly. It was a rare sight to see, certainly a beautiful one though.
As the male strummed, lightning seemed to dance off his fingers, and his pick seemed to be made out of it. His horns began to have a small spark of lightning chasing its tail around his horn. His eyes were about as beautiful as the sparkling water by his bare feet. With such grace, he stood up and began rocking out to the rhythm of his song. He kicked the water forward a bit, it dancing around him as sparks of lightning began to loom in each drop.
His pierced, odd ears swung a bit as he moved, as did his thick, flat like tail. He wore only a short cloth around his waist, and a furred, greenish blue jacket. His ripped chest and abs were completely exposed.
As he continued to jam, he didn't really sense or notice anyone around. He never could when distracted by music. This was a bad thing. People looked for this beast's forms...just so they could kill him. He was worth billions dead, and even more alive and captured.";
Not many have heard the tale of The King Zinogre. The story told of a powerful, wolf like beast that was never defeated. It also told of his musical skill, and his battle skill. They said, when the moon's child sings...the moon would reward it with strength. Strength alone...no...but a godly like power to crush enemies beneath the massive paws. The book also says, this...wyvern loves to play his guitar, and you'll here him play on clear nights in the Misty Peaks, in an area by a large waterfall. Humans called it...the 6th area.
A thunderous roar of a guitar echoed throughout the deadly lands of the Misty Peaks, lightning bugs racing towards one area it seemed. They left a trail of gold and beauty as they did. A soft, relaxed, and sultry voice echoed with the male holding a furred, scaled, and huge guitar.
The song was full of heavy cords that made it seem like there was a rock concert around there. The lightning bugs swarmed around him, creating a beautiful light show as he sang, their wings propelling air towards him, making his hair blow softly. It was a rare sight to see, certainly a beautiful one though.
As the male strummed, lightning seemed to dance off his fingers, and his pick seemed to be made out of it. His horns began to have a small spark of lightning chasing its tail around his horn. His eyes were about as beautiful as the sparkling water by his bare feet. With such grace, he stood up and began rocking out to the rhythm of his song. He kicked the water forward a bit, it dancing around him as sparks of lightning began to loom in each drop.
His pierced, odd ears swung a bit as he moved, as did his thick, flat like tail. He wore only a short cloth around his waist, and a furred, greenish blue jacket. His ripped chest and abs were completely exposed.
As he continued to jam, he didn't really sense or notice anyone around. He never could when distracted by music. This was a bad thing. People looked for this beast's forms...just so they could kill him. He was worth billions dead, and even more alive and captured.";
A red haired Neko was walking through the woods getting closer to where Zinogre was playing the guitar. She wore a deep green blouse with with a black skirt that hung just to her knees and black flats. A gold flute was clipped to the silver belt around her hips. Her cat ears swiveled towards the sound when she was near enough to hear it. A rock concert out here?
She came closer and peeked around a tree across the waterfall. Her eyes widened as she saw the wolf like man surrounded by the soft lights of lightning bugs, lost in the music he was creating with his guitar. She'd never seen anything like it. Unconsciously, she moved forward and sat on the bank of the waterfall, mesmerized.
She came closer and peeked around a tree across the waterfall. Her eyes widened as she saw the wolf like man surrounded by the soft lights of lightning bugs, lost in the music he was creating with his guitar. She'd never seen anything like it. Unconsciously, she moved forward and sat on the bank of the waterfall, mesmerized.
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