Ann
Discolored faded characters stood upon a scrap of paper barely held together by split pieces; nested against a lone stalagmite. Standing upon its' limp worn body nearly slumping down against the cool mossy surface yet the paper never fell over nearly frozen in place; the characters seemed to be glyphs a written hymn or poem creases in the middle of its' body suggested that it had been carried along with someone nearly every where they went. Beyond the paper slight did a subtle patter lazily fall till its' body splattered into the an undisturbed glimmering pool of water its' surface shone against the stars that peered through a jagged crack zigzagging further across the cool sleek celling. In the midst of the inner caverns lake shone a dull off sunlight pooling itself out of a gaping hole filled with an orangish substance against a sickly pale youths' back.

Dragging across the water did a white log of hair trail from a seemingly young boy clad in aged clothing it seemed to be from a forgotten era, a place no one quite remembered. A partial skirt bore torn fragments yellowed from time itself against its' white did blue patterns swirl against its' surface skirting against the waters' surface where its' wearer stood knee deep within the pools surface. Barely bordering indecency his 'shirt' was only a fragment of a robe a piece torn off from the whole, tied at an angle covering only his left shoulder an odd symbol etched into its' back only slightly hidden by the boys' thick ponytail it seemed to be two quarters of a circle representing some sort of pair of wings perhaps a symbol one may recognize from scripts of myth. 

Pouring across the hallowed cavern a dull wood wind sound amplified by a natural echo crept from beyond where the the lone youth stood. Melancholic notes sang across the symphony of the night, his tune seemed to be a wail from a haunting spirit nearly as though it weren't there within the twilights' singing crickets.
Sharon
*Kibaru was just walking around wearing his jet black mask with blue, shining marking on it. All four of his tails where out swinging from side to side. Kibaru had no goal in exploring this place, he was just exploring it for no reason.*

"I do wonder what today will hold for me?"
Ann
Lingering notes that crept from the slight notches patterned throughout a wooden fiifes surface, swathed against the cool cavern walls till their sound carried off through the distant fields above seeming to dance their harmony toward any whom roamed the fields near. Luring unsuspecting travelers upon where the boy whom produced their notes through his sluggish amber coated fingers', one could practically see through the fossils' fingers seeing the bones that worked through the enchanted substance. For what was meant to be solid seemed flexible upon the way his fingers carefully danced upon the fiifes' keys. 


Isolated far from the caverns' pool he stood within entranced within the tune he attempted to replicate through his aged wooden instrument. Unbeknownst to any travelers that may wander into the single opening where the paper carrying faded indiscernible words upon its' face. Carrying himself far from what surrounded him the boy from a forgotten age felt the notes carry him far from where he stood, its' melody one someone had taught him long ago he could hear the faint rustle of the tulip beds playfully swaying against a careful breeze; as the careful little babbling brook he stood within pushed itself around his bare toes. Standing within a place he used to know, a place where he used to spend countless hours romping through the fields from the moments once he was sent to strengthen his body to tending toward the white tulips which stuck throughout the meadow. Yet it was only a memory of a place that seemed faded lost from the boys' grasp; no mere instrument could truly whisk the fossil back toward the fields he yearned to romp through. Still he was alone within the cavern filled with light from the stars above.
Sharon
*Kibaru's ears had pearked up when he head music nad he decide to approce it* "Ahh, another musician..." *He said as he got closer and closer to where he was visible, but he did not speak hopping not to interupt the music and him being noticed instead*
Ann
Through a peak into the caverns' door one would see a young boy whom only stood four feet seven inches tall, a trailing ponytail of pure white trailed across a lake that swam against his knees. Pallid an orange light carried around the little frame pooling itself against the shadows' as though warding any of his troubles through its' unwavering light. A fatal wound could be seen through the boys' fragment of a robe, for one could see his spine and ribcage beneath the glossy amber like surface, a strong scent of what seemed to be tree sap permeated throughout the caverns' walls. Cutting its' intrusive scent against any and all whom crept into the boys' own little world.

Presenting his back toward the stranger the youthful seeming human boy continued to attempt and recount the nostalgic tune, attempting through sheer memory from what had been written upon that single piece of paper propped against the lone stalagmite. It wasn't written as a sheet of music, but a set of words nearly as though a hymn or a poem meant to be sung not played, yet the boy wished to attempt and use what he was somewhat confident in playing the wooden instrument cradled betwixt forearms that shone within fossilized amber. Though this particular boy was still naught but a learner through the melancholy tune a sharp foul 'tweet' played rung from the instruments hollow body

Defeat announced throughout the caverns walls, as the boy lowered his instrument throwing his shoulders up the boy allowed an exaggerated breath to bellow from his amber filled chest. "Tis naught how she would have sung that melody... A-another foul note I cannot even seem to keep the melody right."

He griped to himself irritated with his own failures the boy allowed his body to plummet falling down into the ponds surface below, water rippled and splashed from his heft stone like body laying within the waters surface, his right hand still kept around the thin wooden instrument something was engraved upon its' surface. He hadn't opened his eyes' to see that there was indeed someone near, silently approaching where he lay.
Sharon
*Kibaru decided to speak up considering the boy now stoped his music* "Hello there stranger" *Kibaru dared not call him child as he knew that look can be deceiving at times* "What seems to be troubling you?"
Ann
Swathing white locks floated upon the waters surface allowing his small frame to sink right into its' nearly undisturbed surface, allowing the simplicity of the sensation to caress against his bare feet. A spry boy within his day the lad allowed his toes to playfully wiggle within the waters surface silently reciting her song about tulips; before he lay here the boy could recall having a little garden of the white flower's during the last few days he had spent with her they started the garden together. She had taught the boy a hymn that promised to prosper and flourish life even cure those whom were gravely ill and wished for her boy to know that no matter what if he planted these little flowers she would be with him even if he was far away from her. Fithora could just about see her bursting into tears whilst he helped her plant the little dainty plants; at the time he didn't understand and would never quite know why she and his father began to treat him with such delicacy. It was almost as if they knew their young boy would be torn from their arms soon enough, he had grown thinner and began to have difficulty eating.

Memories distant from the shore where he lay they were things he wished to hold onto, still searching for those white tulips he hoped reciting the melody would bring her here within this little cave. However it wasn't so a voice instead broke through not one he expected, one that spiked his heart into a pained beat... That is if the undead boy even had a heart any longer. Ripping his body from the lakes surface the young boys' eyebrows shot up as his eyes' attempting to look upon the male standing before him a creature with sharp animal ears poking from his head and a bushy tail a wolf? Why had his stranger crept upon where he had been playing his tune?

Enduring

Recent tradgedies the boy this stranger asked if he was 'okay', had blank lifeless eyes' there wasn't a hint of color within them except a dull glowing grey. His question seemed rather half baked considering whom he spoke to looked like an undead corpse brought back to life through foul magics. His mouth struggled to open forming a few words upon his tongue, the boys' voice seemed faint an undead whisper pushing through spectral lungs ones that clearly didn't seem to exsist if the wolfen creature peered into his amber coated chest wound that poked just out from the shabby torn ancient robe. "W-w-why doth the wolf come prowling to mine p-place of... Peace? T-tis not a creature whom I expected... The hunter of sheeps." Assuming what the creature was for the boy had little idea, his only connection was some sort of blue wolf? Still holding upon his fife the boy neglected to speak what exactly troubled him his eyes' peering into the wooden instruments surface, his blank eyes' seemed to stare further beyond the instrument "...J-just pressing through a melody from mine instrument... N-naught else" It didn't seem like 'naught' else was bothering the boy as a slight trickle of orange crept from his lifeless grey eyes'.
Sharon
*Kibaru's voice was a bit muffled when he spoke due to the mask he whore that shone only blue when he wore it* "Ohh, me? I'm not a hunter of sheep, I hunt much larger creatures than sheep, creature that would cause harm to others. I am Okami, I am but a friend to those that would not bare ill will to others. But who might you be?"

*Kibaru spoke in a smooth voice, and he was used a bit more formal words than what he usually would. Kibaru's tails would than start to glow a slight blue colour as they started to wag*