SOFT TUNES, STRONG HEAD | private, Tofupaw

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    He had found his music box and had finally chosen a home, settling in with only the bare bones of necessary items. Well, expect for that music box. He had wound it up, and it was playing a soft tune that reminded him of a place he once called home. Inside the music box was hidden a barn owl feather, but he didn't pay it much mind. Flicking his singed ears, he sighed, rolling on the mossy nest he had made himself and laid there, staring at the box as the song played. Strange indeed, this was the only vanity he could stand.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Tofu enjoyed music of all types, which explained why he was compelled to make his own. Naturally, there were certain types of music that he disliked, but luckily, this music box was not in the exception, and it caught his attention as he passed by someone's den. He paused and peered in, hoping he didn't seem creepy or anything. "That's... that's a lovely tune," he meowed quietly in place of a greeting as the song progressed.




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    Someone had noticed him- he had figured the music box would have been quiet enough for no one else to hear, but that was clearly not the case. Turning his head in the direction of the stranger's voice, he waited for the short song to finish. "It has meaning behind it. Many cannot read the meaning behind it, but that is fine. Most wouldn't want to know the meaning behind it." He commented, mumbling on a bit before speaking up. "Who are you, stranger?"

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]Tofu lowered his head slightly. He could respect this dude. "I'm no stranger in Blizzardclan, but yeah, I don't think we've met. Name's Tofupaw," he replied, smiling slightly. "...I'd listen to the meaning of the song if you'd be willing to tell me." He could totally appreciate music of almost all kinds. Music box songs were serene, though some tunes held a dark tone to them.




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    //Eh, it's fine


    He chuckled a bit, sighing and shaking his head before speaking up a bit. "I rarely collect vanities, but it once belonged to my mother. She used to play it all the time before something happened to my father... Sometimes it reminds me of how strong she was, while sometimes it reminds me of how she fell, and how my own siblings also fell. It is a rare event for me to play it." He stated, before reaching over to wind it again, seemingly amused by the human device. Even though he was blind, he could tell by vibrations in the ground where the handle was. "But, yes, nice to meet you Tofupaw. I'm Fadedhistory." He added on softly.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 123px; overflow: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify; margin-left: -1px; margin-top: -10px;]"Nice to meet you, sir," he replied as he padded a little closer and sat down. He listened to the tune for a moment before asking softly, "What... what happened to your father?" He hoped that the question wouldn't make the older male angry. He'd accept silence as an answer. After all, he had a feeling those thoughts would bring back bad memories for the other tom.




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    "He turned evil and tried to kill me, my kin, and my mother. It's... a long story. It would take ages to tell the tale a second time. Besides, I honestly don't want to look 'edgy' anyways, when in all honesty it is simply fate and I've slowly turned to accept this madness that is life." He stated with a faint nod of his head, not sure what else to say. "He believes I am his property- his plaything, his toy, another piece in a war game. He plays with lives like he plays with death itself. It is dangerous. It is good he is not here."