Blood & Fire 027 [Voice Post]
[The sound of the violin being played is soft at first, but seems to gain volume each second, until the tune seems to flow effortlessly. The sound though seems to have a melancholic undertone, even if for the most part the tune is strong and unwavering.]
[As the song ends, you can hear a soft sigh followed shortly by a equally soft chuckle.]
It would seem that certain things you just don't forget. Even if the instead of gold and blue, the canvas is now engulfed in red...it still holds those colors as the base.
[You can hear something being put down, followed by a few steps.]
[Private|Unhackable|Written]
Happy Birthday mother. I hope you're happy wherever you are. I cannot ask you to forgive all that I've done...
[Private|Written|Unhackable]
Hmmm...I need a drink...or maybe I just need to get out of this apartment for a bit. This place is just so fucking small. So anyone want to join me? I could use the company. Perhaps a hunt is in order...
[pause]
Little wolf, I will be in the woods later. You could always meet me there.
((ooc: Short explanation. It's his mother's birthday, if she was alive that is. And sadly she was and will always be the most important person in Zelman's life. So yeah, that's a sketch of his dearest mother. And that picture does not belong to me. It belongs to a friend, who gave me permission. Anyway yes, he's feeling melancholic, but good luck finding out why. Those that know him well enough though will be able to pick up on certain things and psychics and such will probably pick this emo-mood the fastest, but don't expect too much though.))
[As the song ends, you can hear a soft sigh followed shortly by a equally soft chuckle.]
It would seem that certain things you just don't forget. Even if the instead of gold and blue, the canvas is now engulfed in red...it still holds those colors as the base.
[You can hear something being put down, followed by a few steps.]
[Private|Unhackable|Written]
Happy Birthday mother. I hope you're happy wherever you are. I cannot ask you to forgive all that I've done...
[Private|Written|Unhackable]
Hmmm...I need a drink...or maybe I just need to get out of this apartment for a bit. This place is just so fucking small. So anyone want to join me? I could use the company. Perhaps a hunt is in order...
[pause]
Little wolf, I will be in the woods later. You could always meet me there.
((ooc: Short explanation. It's his mother's birthday, if she was alive that is. And sadly she was and will always be the most important person in Zelman's life. So yeah, that's a sketch of his dearest mother. And that picture does not belong to me. It belongs to a friend, who gave me permission. Anyway yes, he's feeling melancholic, but good luck finding out why. Those that know him well enough though will be able to pick up on certain things and psychics and such will probably pick this emo-mood the fastest, but don't expect too much though.))