quand c'est -- open, singing

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][size=8]Solenne was bored. That was it really, just bored. She'd finished her duties for the day, so she settled down and bathed in the sun before bordem crept over her consciousness and squeezed. The vulpine decided to sing a song she'd had stuck in her head once she'd gotten up to trail the edges of camp. She was hoping she wouldn't disturb anyone. "Mais oui on se connait bien. T'as même voulu t'faire ma mère hein. T'as commencé par ses seins. Et puis. du poumon à mon père. Tu t'en souviens ? Cancer, cancer, dis-moi quand c'est? Cancer, cancer, qui est le prochain? Cancer, cancer, oh dis-moi quand c'est? Cancer, cancer, qui est le prochain?" Realistically, she wasn't spectacular, but she wasn't bad either. In fact she was quite alright, mature and singing as a soprano 2, so that was impressive.


    cry's cause i love stromae song

    [img width=510 height=155]https://38.media.tumblr.com/ba…nzfl89Q2BI1r6wuvs_500.gif[/img]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -37px;][shadow=#7F0000,left]Crowcaliber Vespertilio[/shadow][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]FORTRESS OF LAKARA — INFORMATION — POWERS — INTERACTION — OTHER
    [hr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]


    "Oh my mon-cherry." He was never one for languages.... "That's one hell'la voice right there...!"




    [align=center][img height=200]http://orig03.deviantart.net/e…by_grimhilder-d9l39xn.png[/img]


    [align=center][sub]TEMPLATE © DISASTEROLOGY
    [align=center][size=6pt][color=transparent] #TheCrowFoL     [/size]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=12px][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; margin-top: -10px;][justify][size=11px]Ruben didn't really care for music, but hearing the female's singing was quite interesting. "Why are you singing about cancer?" he woofed loudly, not really caring if he interrupted her. Cancer had been the only word he could understand out of everything she'd sung, but he wasn't really sure if she was singing about the kind of cancer he was thinking of. The kind that killed people, that was.
    //rushed



    [align=center]

    MOBILE TAGS

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][size=8]Soleene closed her mouth and faced the two, giving a bashful "thank you," to crow, then looked over to ruben to explain. "Oui, yes. It's a powerful song. It is about cancer, both literal, and metaphorical. It's beautiful." There was something euphoric about music that made Solenne happier.

    [img width=510 height=155]https://38.media.tumblr.com/ba…nzfl89Q2BI1r6wuvs_500.gif[/img]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -37px;][shadow=#7F0000,left]Crowcaliber Vespertilio[/shadow][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]FORTRESS OF LAKARA — INFORMATION — POWERS — INTERACTION — OTHER
    [hr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]


    Oh well damn, here he was hoping it wasn't half as depressing as the only word he knew. "... That's.... one hell of a subject..."




    [align=center][img height=200]http://orig03.deviantart.net/e…by_grimhilder-d9l39xn.png[/img]


    [align=center][sub]TEMPLATE © DISASTEROLOGY
    [align=center][size=6pt][color=transparent] #TheCrowFoL     [/size]

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] [size=9pt]Cancer. "Beautiful singing, Sol, mon cheri. Ten outta ten." Slurred the male as he walked over with a devilish smirk giving a playful wink towards the femme as he sat down, a song about cancer. . .He could understand the beauty of it. . .Somewhat. Maybe. Maybe not. He wasn't even sure.
    [/size]
    [size=1pt]spacehere[/size]
    [hr]
    [size=1pt]
    #luciv    [/size][/fancypost]

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 350px;][size=8]"Merci monsieur." She spoke, lowering her head graciously. She honestly thought she was more a 7 out of 10; they were just being nice.