The Harbinger of Ferocity

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I cannot whistle, no, @Hellion. Music and rhythm elude me and are particularly foreign elements. I can appreciate them but I cannot do them myself.

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There is no instrument I have ever played or learned to play.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

That sort of thing I do myself if only to preserve them for longer periods, as fine candles are not inexpensive goods still. I feel they add a nice touch to the environment, not overwhelming, in those cases and that is notably important. The small accents, not the massive set pieces of a dwelling.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

Come to think of it, I haven't had a candle as that in some time. Typically I do not lend myself in that direction for them but that may be something to consider. There is something novel to open flame as candles, part of the reason I have them at all, but wood smoke wasn't a scent I had thought of using through them.

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The vanishing act was timely, if at least for the reason that it afforded a chance to withdraw from the events. It was most timely if for the fact that the sirens hadn't stayed completely idle at this point; a few more were drawing nearer still, almost as if wandering in from all directions. Predator didn't lack any understanding that they were not after him now, that whatever drew out the two contrasting figures in the masked and costumed men was truly the cause, or that the law would never have had any idea just where it was unless by sheer accident, but that did not change the need to up and leave. So, each foot pitter-pattering across the gravel of the rooftop, passing by rows of undisturbed pigeons that had no idea just how close a predator was, the game was on to find a place to call its own.

That journey took the tiger a ways but it was a rewarding one in the end. An old, decrepit series of apartments would come to be the place in the end. It wasn't difficult finding a place to rest in it, it was full of tucked away dark corners, and likely did not draw too many visitors. The air after all was musty and few prints of wayward shoes lined the floor, even less toward the higher floors. The seclusion was good enough, particularly for an animal well known for trying to keep itself out of sight and out of mind - except for when tampering with others' in this case.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

That is one benefit of the cold, another is the abundance of wood smoke and campfires that are burning near myself. There is something special to the air being filled with the warmth and the scent at a distance on chill wind, all drifting over the quiet. As well, there has been much more snow, which has been all to great pleasure as it puts the world back to ease.

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Unusually, I have never reached the point of being "hungover". The majority of my experience with it was being the only one with the wherewithal to act in sobriety. I have mentioned it here before, but I do not partake as it offers me nothing, although I have dabbled to try and understand why people do so at all.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

They certainly can be, of this I have no doubt. There appears to be a strong overlap of them, although I was speaking less to the elderly who seem cold in any circumstance.

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There is a certain concern that preoccupies me based on the perception there is never enough time for everything to be done to the extent it should be done. There are too many things in life now and too many undue commitments. As such, it is a goal of mine, ongoing, to dispense with anything that is meaningless busywork. There is no need to try to make the world turn faster with every year as man seems want to do.

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There are times I suspect I am visited by a spirit of old.