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Intro

You're out for a leisurely stroll. The air is warm and the sun overhead is bright, but a gentle breeze makes it just the right temperature. In the middle of a large field, you stop, breathing in deeply. You allow the wind to swirl around you, stirring up the soft green grass and creating a sweet, almost melodic sound. You wonder to yourself how anything in the world could be so peaceful.

You sit down in the grass and stare up at the pure blue sky, dotted with soft white clouds. Then, all of a sudden, you see a shadow pass swiftly over the sun. Startled, you jump to your feet. You look around and search the sky for what it might have been, but you see nothing.

Probably a bird, you say quietly to yourself and sit back down. You close your eyes as you allow the peaceful scenery to sooth you, and soon enough, you're swaying back and forth to the soft melody of the whistling wind.

It really does sound like music. you think. Then you open your eyes at the sudden realization. There is music playing. Actual music!

You stand up and look around, but you don't see anyone. Where could that music be coming from? You stand completely still, listening hard and trying to discern the direction from which the sound is coming from. Slowly, you make your way in the direction you believe the source of the music lies.

As you walk quietly along, all the while listening to the enchanting sounds of the music, you see large trees begin to appear on the horizon. You continue forward, now sure that the music is coming from somewhere inside or beyond these trees.

You stop, now standing before a vast forest. The music continued to play, unwavering. You're worried that if you make a noise, the music will stop, but your curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to chance it.

Hello? you call out rather loudly. As you had guessed, the music immediately stops. Overhead you hear the rustling of leaves and the creaking of tree branches. You look up, and before you have a chance to say anything, a shadow descends from the tree. You fall to the ground cowering, holding your arms over your head, but when nothing strikes you, you decide to look up.

Before you sits a magnificent, if not rather disgruntled looking, xweetok. You can tell merely by his presence that he is male. He stares you down with dark olive green eyes, and you find that you cannot look away from him. The markings on his face give him a rather bird-like appearance, and his marvelous feathered wings give the same impression. Even his hind legs create an illusion of bird talons. You don't even realize that your mouth his agape until he clears his throat and speaks to you.

What the heck do you think you're doing? he asks, clearly frustrated.

I... Uh... I'm sorry? you manage to stammer, not exactly sure what you're apologizing for and still rather distracted by this xweetok's strange yet wonderful appearance. The male before you sighs.

Whatever. You want to hear a song or not? he asks, although rather grudgingly.

Oh! That was you playing that music? you ask, pleased to now know where that enchanting melody had come from.

Of course it was me playing the music, he responds in a very 'duh' voice. Do you see anyone else out here?

You shrug. I suppose not. you comment. Even though both his appearance and the music he played was beautiful, you're rather turned off by his negative attitude and condescending tone.

Exactly. Now, back to my question. You want a song, or don't you... uhh...

guest. You say. The xweetok merely rolls his eyes.

Did I ask for your name? You frown at him. Okay, his attitude is really bugging you now.

No, I guess you didn't. you respond curtly. But if you're going to be so obnoxious, then I'll just leave you to your music in peace. and with that, you turn to leave. As you begin to walk away, you glance backwards and are surprised to see the xweetok look somewhat worried and nervous. You see him take off into the air. Surprised, by this, you spin around to see where he's gone, but then he lands directly behind you. You jump, startled by his sudden appearance.

Look. I'm sorry okay... Just... don't go yet. At least not before I play you something. he says, somewhat urgently. You look at him, eyebrow raised.

Why should I stay? you ask, although now you are actually curious as to his motive for playing this song for you.

I just... I have to... play you something... he says. He closes his eyes and groans, as if in pain, then he says, almost inaudibly, Please?

You can't help but laugh at how hard it is for him to say the word 'please'. He glares at you, but says nothing. Once you've finished your laugh, you look to him. You consider, for a moment, just letting him play you a song. He was extremely good after all... But you're curious. You want to learn more about this guy.

Alright, here's the deal. you say. He raises an eyebrow to you, but nods his head, inviting you to go on. If you tell me a little more about yourself, then I'll listen to your song, deal? The xweetok scowls.

Deal? you ask again.

...Deal. the xweetok agrees reluctantly.

Elroane

Full Name: Elroane
Pronunciation: el-ROH-an
Nicknames: Roan or Birdman. WHAT?! No. I only go by Roan.
Gender: Male
Age: 17 (Relatively speaking)
Neo Paint: Brown
Species: Previously a Prairie Falcon, now a Xweetok
Status: Single [Only slightly interested]
Crush: Tch. I would never have a crush on anyone.
Love: Pff. And I don't fall in love either.
Offspring: Ew. No.
Residence: Pretty much everywhere, although I prefer places with less people.
Occupation: Song Bird
Personality: Generally grumpy and angry. Not very fun to be around. Is somewhat conceited and dislikes other people. Acts tough and violent, although secretly, since his transformation, he has learned to like and even love music and has a new appreciation for nature.
Other: Roan plays the fife and is also a pacifist.

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Significant Other

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Thanks to (in order):
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