Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140707161114/@comment-11588669-20140709024241

Ambrose paused at the song. It was...beautiful was the least polite thing he could say about it. At best...words couldn't describe it. He shut his eyes, letting the sound flow into his ears. The notes were pure, almost. A type of singing that few could ear, and even fewer could match. The male felt almost guilty: It was the type of singing reserved for one's self, and no one else.

Slowly and softly, he stepped forward, keeping his eye on the tree. He could barely see a green hood...

A growl caused him to turn around, and the only thing he saw were the red eyes of a beowolf.