Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2014 2:08:54 GMT -5
(So this post was written conflictingly. Listening to Ozzy Osbourne while attempting to write and remember Christmas lyrics was quite. Confusing. Quite confusing indeeeeeeed.)
Albion Achelus
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Albion Achelus
Age: 79 | Male |
About the expansive, snow-covered fields, amidst the wafting scents of the evergreens dotting the hills of varying size, there was but a small number of buildings, all concentrated in one single area. They were festively decorated in a way Albion's orange-brown eyes had never seen. As the man-turned-wolf glanced about the scenery, he recognized it from stories he had heard countless times across all the years he spent wandering. Christmas. This place was celebrating Christmas, it seemed.
The snow underneath Albion's paws was cold, but it didn't bother him much due to his fiery warmth. It radiated from his body enough to stave off the cold wind and chills, but not enough to melt the snow. Such a feat had taken him many years to master, but with enough time---Of which he certainly had plenty---he could learn to do nearly anything. His four canine paws gently pressed down into the snow as he carefully approached the center-most building. The scraggy yet soft fur that dangled from his neck tensed as the muscles themselves did. The closer Albion got the building, the more clearly he could hear something within it. Singing? The unmistakable sounds of joy and happiness pierced his keen, canine ears. As he drew to a window of the building and stood up to glance within, he nearly gasped at what he saw.
"E-Elves?" Albion stuttered his surprise as he whispered to himself. He'd heard of many strange creatures, elves among them, but to actually see them for himself was a different story all together. They danced around what appeared to be a factory, using unusual cannons that shot toys into boxes. "I've seen my fair share of cannons, but never ones like...that," Albion quietly remarked. As the elves all danced and packed their toys, they sang songs of the merry time of year, their melodious voices echoing out into the wintery world outside the workshop in a very welcome display of warmth and good cheer.
For one such as Albion, this mood held little to fascinate him. Not for long, anyway. His interest waned as his eyes grew accustomed to the unusual sight of the elves. Once you'd seen something, it was like seeing it a thousand times, at least for a sailor. There were only two exceptions to that rule; the woman you love and the sea you sail upon. But as his navy days were long behind him, Albion had no reason to remember that rule now. Just as Albion was about to move away from the window and leave, the elves began to sing a song the wolf was familiar with.
"Deck the halls with boughs of holly," the elves began gleefully, leaving Albion floored for an instant. He recalled that song---his caretaker had sung it to him a time or two when he was young... After his adoptive parents were killed, she spoke to him. The memories shifted themselves forefront in Albion's mind. The warm look she had given him... Her smile was like a radiant sun in his most trying times. Her voice was like that of an angel to the wounded boy. And the way she looked at him, it made Albion realize now that he was old enough, that she truly loved him.
Despite his canine form, tears began to form in the corners of Albion's eyes, before gently sliding down his canine snout. He quickly shifted away from direct line of sight from the window and plopped down, taking a moment to collect himself as he listened and inevitably joined in on the elves' singing. His voice was of a young man in his early twenties, but as a learned and artistically gifted individual, it was dulcet in tone and very keen of the notes. "Tis the season to be jolly," Albion began to sing, allowing the elves to cover the fa-la-las and just sticking to the primary lyrics.
"Don we now our gay apparel,
troll the ancient yule-tide carol.
See the blazing yule before us,
strike the harp and join the chorus.
Follow me in merry measure
while I tell of yule-tide treasure.
Fast away the old year passes.
Hail the new year, lads and lasses.
Sing we joyous all together,
heedless of the wind and weather."
It'd been quite a long time since Albion had last let himself sing a song... With his tears dried up from the warmth of his snout, Albion shook his head as he stretched himself along the snow. His lengthy canine form tensed for a few moments as a yawn loosed itself from his jowls, and ultimately he ended up laying in the snow, completely relaxed. Something about this place, this environment, and the cheer radiating from the small settlement made Albion feel safe and relaxed. Maybe relaxed enough to make some new friends.
The snow underneath Albion's paws was cold, but it didn't bother him much due to his fiery warmth. It radiated from his body enough to stave off the cold wind and chills, but not enough to melt the snow. Such a feat had taken him many years to master, but with enough time---Of which he certainly had plenty---he could learn to do nearly anything. His four canine paws gently pressed down into the snow as he carefully approached the center-most building. The scraggy yet soft fur that dangled from his neck tensed as the muscles themselves did. The closer Albion got the building, the more clearly he could hear something within it. Singing? The unmistakable sounds of joy and happiness pierced his keen, canine ears. As he drew to a window of the building and stood up to glance within, he nearly gasped at what he saw.
"E-Elves?" Albion stuttered his surprise as he whispered to himself. He'd heard of many strange creatures, elves among them, but to actually see them for himself was a different story all together. They danced around what appeared to be a factory, using unusual cannons that shot toys into boxes. "I've seen my fair share of cannons, but never ones like...that," Albion quietly remarked. As the elves all danced and packed their toys, they sang songs of the merry time of year, their melodious voices echoing out into the wintery world outside the workshop in a very welcome display of warmth and good cheer.
For one such as Albion, this mood held little to fascinate him. Not for long, anyway. His interest waned as his eyes grew accustomed to the unusual sight of the elves. Once you'd seen something, it was like seeing it a thousand times, at least for a sailor. There were only two exceptions to that rule; the woman you love and the sea you sail upon. But as his navy days were long behind him, Albion had no reason to remember that rule now. Just as Albion was about to move away from the window and leave, the elves began to sing a song the wolf was familiar with.
"Deck the halls with boughs of holly," the elves began gleefully, leaving Albion floored for an instant. He recalled that song---his caretaker had sung it to him a time or two when he was young... After his adoptive parents were killed, she spoke to him. The memories shifted themselves forefront in Albion's mind. The warm look she had given him... Her smile was like a radiant sun in his most trying times. Her voice was like that of an angel to the wounded boy. And the way she looked at him, it made Albion realize now that he was old enough, that she truly loved him.
Despite his canine form, tears began to form in the corners of Albion's eyes, before gently sliding down his canine snout. He quickly shifted away from direct line of sight from the window and plopped down, taking a moment to collect himself as he listened and inevitably joined in on the elves' singing. His voice was of a young man in his early twenties, but as a learned and artistically gifted individual, it was dulcet in tone and very keen of the notes. "Tis the season to be jolly," Albion began to sing, allowing the elves to cover the fa-la-las and just sticking to the primary lyrics.
"Don we now our gay apparel,
troll the ancient yule-tide carol.
See the blazing yule before us,
strike the harp and join the chorus.
Follow me in merry measure
while I tell of yule-tide treasure.
Fast away the old year passes.
Hail the new year, lads and lasses.
Sing we joyous all together,
heedless of the wind and weather."
It'd been quite a long time since Albion had last let himself sing a song... With his tears dried up from the warmth of his snout, Albion shook his head as he stretched himself along the snow. His lengthy canine form tensed for a few moments as a yawn loosed itself from his jowls, and ultimately he ended up laying in the snow, completely relaxed. Something about this place, this environment, and the cheer radiating from the small settlement made Albion feel safe and relaxed. Maybe relaxed enough to make some new friends.
