Music was and always will be a scared thing to the canid, peering blankly through his spectacles as his violin case would shift around on his back and his body swaggered on towards the star loving clan's borders. Oh, how the dread and excitement would eat at him the more he thought about them, the stories he would hear from his demon of a mother about things his father would do here and that he was deeply infatuated with one or...was it two members from a place far from here. Leopold had no desire to go where his father roamed for all of his life with no real desire to be home with his son, only now learning he'd never receive that attention his young self craved until a month before now when he was finally told his father died of unknown causes that have yet to be solved. For once, the poodle was furious with life and Leo couldn't bare the confinement of his own home, causing him to pack up only his most prized possessions on his journey out into the world.


Red fabric bounced as the pink, pompadour poodle with each confident placement of his paws towards the border with a smirk spread across his maw, the occasional thump of the violin case against his body and the gentle rustle of the spring grass being the only noise as he approached the imaginary line with his chest puffed out to show a sort of dominance as he stood there, though his body slowly moved to a sitting position as he tried to relax his true emotions of anxiousness from joining such a newly made clan with people that could easily eat him up with the right words spoken. God, even his own damn name could spark something since his father traveled so much when he was alive. But, he was Leopold Tacco and not Taako or his even his aunt, Lup who was presumably dead from her attempts to become a Lich.


Leo wasn't even quite sure why he was here of all places, knowing full well that other clans exist outside of The Ascendents. Was he going because of the thought of moonlit nights with the stars like freckles on mother nature's beautiful or perhaps the thought of entertaining his clanmates on lax evenings while he curled up next to someone who might be their future partner. All he could rely on are the ghosts that would come to his aid from beyond the grave, being able to endure the forms they were foolishly denied because of his magic and they would sing for him as well or even play beautiful instruments that he would conduct to cause haunting music around him until they had to rest once again. Perhaps, he could do without them if he could find peace within this clan.

"SPEECH"

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