(TearRose: DarkAngel562415: you guys can post.)

Near the back of the large marbled flooring of the music room sat a young teenaged boy who had seemed to be sitting in front of some large figure that was covered with a giant white sheet over it. Throughout most of the music room, many instruments were covered in white sheets to make sure it wouldn't gather too much dust. This young teenager's name was Hiroaki Daishi; the prince of the kingdom of wolves. Hiroaki had always enjoyed playing music to fill the entire home with a sense that would make sure no one had ever been bored or have to feel the fear of thinking that one of these days the humans would find the village of the wolves. It was also another way for Hiroaki to stop thinking about the fighting going on between the two races, it was true that he had known about what had happened but it hadn't changed his thoughts on why all of this hiding and fighting had to exist.

Whatever the case was, Hiroaki now lives to protect his little sister as well as the rest of his tribe just like every other wolf that lives around the village. Although he still does not wish to kill anyone nor hurt them, and even when his parents may not allow it; he also wishes to protect the humans from the attacks of his own race.

Slowly removing the white sheet that had covered the large figure he was sitting in front of. It had ended up revealing a large white piano that had looked as though it had not ever been touched by anyone's hands before. Lifting up the cover that had protected the keys of the piano from gathering dust as well, Hiroaki had ran his fingers across each of the keys slowly; making sure not to let a single sound of any of the keys come out. "Brand new..." His voice no more then a soft whisper to himself, by the time he index finger had reached the very last key of the piano. He had taken in a deep breath before exhaling it back out, even with his joy of playing music; just the thought of returning to it made him nervous that he might've gotten rusty at some point.

Without much hesitation left, Hiroaki had immediately began to play the very first song his father had taught him on the piano. Each one of his fingers matching the key of where it was to go, both of his brownish crimson wolf-like ears twitching to every sound of each key his fingers had pressed onto. As the song had continued, he was completely unaware of his younger sister calling out to him throughout the home and still even unaware when she had made her way into the music room in search for him. Rather, he had continued to play the music to himself making sure he wouldn't mess up on any of the keys.

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