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name ;; liron ["leeh-rohn", a
hebrew name meaning 'my song'].
gender ;; male.
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my story.
The early morning sky was silver, speckled with clouds. Despite the clear weather, it was far from warm. Liron curled his tail tightly around himself, watching his breath form clouds of white every time he exhaled. This had become his usual morning routine, but it was always worth it. A sneeze broke the silence, and Linon pulled his tail closer to his nose, concealing his face. The last thing he needed was an illness. He stared at the back door of the shop. Thankfully, his thoughts were disturbed by footsteps, and the door burst open before him.
The human standing before him muttered some incoherent speech, and ushered Liron inside. He obeyed, enjoying the heat of the small building the moment it met his fur. Another sneeze escaped him, and he shook his head before taking a seat beside a large object concealed by a white cloth. The room was rather small. Other than the large object, it had several boxes and an easel. The walls were covered in colourful canvases. There was a door leading to the front of the shop. Liron knew the human spent a lot of time there. He had only seen it once, and it was an area full of art supplies like the human used herself.
The human was dashing around, as per usual. Liron could only wait patiently while she set up her shop. Several minutes later, she walked towards him, pulling the white cloth off of the object, revealing a piano. She pulled the stool out, and Liron eagerly took his seat. The human disappeared into the front of the shop once more, but Liron was more than content to be left alone now. He lifted his paws, placing them upon the keys. He ran his soft paw pads across, feeling every scratch and indent. It was impossible for him to play without his claws getting in the way, but the human never minded. Not once did she point out the damage he accidentally caused to the instrument. Liron had never seen her play it anyway. He held a sneaking suspicion that she only kept it for him.
While Liron occupied himself with playing, the human returned and resumed painting on her easel using her cloths and brushes. As he played, she sang along to his music, as she always did. Though he could never understand her human language properly, the melodies always sounded beautiful and reminded him of why he left his home.
Just as Liron was about to step outside, the human whistled to him. When he turned to look at her, she wrapped the cloth she had been using around his muzzle. Every breath warmed his nose, and the freezing air outside did not bother him.
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The street lights illuminated the darkness, turning everything around them a pale, dull hue of orange. Concrete felt cold under Liron's paws. All was silent, apart from the low, barely audible hum of life throughout the city. He had spent the entire day walking circles, praying to himself that this was merely a mistake. Yet he did not have the heart to go back to the shop and see it empty once more.
His thoughts occupied him so much that he barely noticed himself walk straight into another viscet. Their headphones were knocked off their head, and they snarled in annoyance. Liron opened his mouth to growl a retort, but stopped. Another.. viscet? He hadn't seen another viscet around the city yet!
"What?" they asked, looking at Liron's excitement in confusion.
"Uh.. Sorry. I'm Liron. I haven't seen another viscet around here."
"Ennek." they responded, slipping their headphones around their neck. "What are you wandering around at night for?"
Liron bit back a 'I could ask you the same question' response. "I don't really have somewhere to be anymore." Ennek looked rather exasperated, and let out a long sigh. She nudged Liron's shoulder. "Come on then, stop looking so lost and mournful, and let's get going."
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Liron slowly removed the headphones, being careful not to scratch them on his horns. Ennek took them from him. "So, what d'you think?" she asked. She seemed friendlier than before, which Liron found rather relieving.
"It's so different from what I'm used to. But I kind of love it. You really made it?" When Ennek nodded enthusiastically, Liron added, "I'm a musician too, y'know. Well, kind of. I play piano. But I don't own one."
"Well, we have a keyboard. Time to show me what you can do, right?" she said, leading the way out of the room. Liron followed, unable to hide his growing smile. "You sing at all?" she questioned. Liron laughed in response.
"No, not really. I don't have the voice for it. However, this human-" He fell silent. Ennek seemed to know better than to question him, and led him to a keyboard on a desk.
"Alright, mister musician. Show me what you can do."
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my music.
Music is Liron's passion. He was born a wild viscet, which notably limited his freedom when it came to expressing himself. At a fairly young age, he left home, and travelled to the nearest city. He found a human artist who cared for him over several years. A piano she owned allowed him to explore music, which he took an instant interest in. He taught himself, but enjoyed it more than anything he had discovered before. When the art shop his human ran shut down, he lost her. Another musical viscet known as Ennek offered him temporary sanctuary, which allowed him a chance to explore music further though her talent with music such as EDM, techno and dubstep. Her inspiration led him to recreate her songs on piano, something he still does to this day. He began to expand in his music, allowing him to earn enough money to obtain his own apartment in the city. Despite being born wild, he finally found his freedom.
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