Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20130805025618

As soon as he saw the absolutley massive amount of people in there, there was no way in anything, be it heavan or hell, that would make him go in there. That main hall is packed with future Hunters. Nox grits his teeth, angry at how he was forced to come here. Taking a deep breath, the blue haired teen decides to do the one thing that would preserve his sanity; not participate.

I am not sitting in a room full of gullible, inexperienced fools!

Pausing before he goes, he digs into his backpack, pulling a prestine wooden case. Only three inches wide, but almost a foot in length, the case was beautiful in it's simplicity. The male nods in satisfaction, walking away from the hall. Finding a suitable spot several hours later, he sets down his backpack and weapon. Settling comfortably under the tree he chose, Nox opens the wooden container to reveal a white-wood flute. Green markings are etched in, along with a quote; "Brothers in Arms, Brothers in life."

Smiling faintly, he brings the instrument to his lips and begins playing a Celtic like tune. The melody is played with slow, meaningful notes. The low song is meant to soothe the nerves.

Closing his eyes, the scarred boy loses himself in the simple art of making music. 