[Mkguild] Marginally Canon Scene for my Story Arc

[Prof]

Thank you, you really made my day. 

And of course it's a mockingbird ^_^


--- Christof M. Bradford <christof.bradford at gmail.com> schrieb am Do, 4.8.2011:

Von: Christof M. Bradford <christof.bradford at gmail.com>
Betreff: [Mkguild] Marginally Canon Scene for my Story Arc
An: "Metamor ML" <mkguild at lists.integral.org>
Datum: Donnerstag, 4. August, 2011 18:39 Uhr

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This scene likely happens sometime in May of CR 708.

"Fear of the Fur"

It was a busy Friday night at the Deaf Mule.  Keepers of all sorts were
enjoying the fine food offered by Donny and his staff as they shared stories
of the previous week's events.

Dinners and story-telling were brought to a sudden halt when a mockingbird
Keeper hopped into the musician's pit and grasped the harp's frame with his
taloned feet.  He flexed his wings and, setting his wingclaws on the
strings, began to pluck forth a tortured, primal melody.

o/~
No flock have I this bird flaps alone
And when I fly under the stars
At night or weaving 'twixt the trees

As the day begins to dim
My hopes for life they grow slim
Eyes that shine leaves rub 'gainst fur

Fear of the fur, fear of the fur
I have a constant fear that cat or dog's
Always near
Fear of the fur, fear of the fur
Shining eyes glistening teeth
Always there

Have you run your talons down the wall
And have you felt your feathers crawl
When you're searching for the torch?
Sometimes when you're scared
To take a look
At the corner of the room
You've sensed a hungry eye's
Watching you

Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard pawsteps behind
And turned around and no one's there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you're sure sharp teeth're
Waiting there

Sharing the night telling campfire tales
Debating fur 'gainst feather and scale
The unknown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind

Fear of the fur, fear of the fur
I have a constant fear that cat or dog's
Always near
Fear of the fur, fear of the fur
Shining eyes glistening teeth
Always there

When I'm flying under the stars
I am a bird who flaps alone
~\o

When the last note faded away, the avian musician's efforts were greeted
with stunned silence.


- -- 
I have an old tome.  A tome bound of flesh and scribed in blood.  It
holds many secrets, secrets for you to reveal.
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