Zayden is not present, set a few days ahead, Optime form. In Halifax city. She's in some park-things <_____< COME PET HER FROGGY

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Elody had made herself at home finally in the city, having claimed a small room for herself in the hotel back in Spring Heights. After her visit to Inferni however, the girl had felt a little strange after the talks about her family. How was it possible, that her father had not told her of the huge influx of relatives here? Siblings even! Her life felt like a lie, caught up so bound tightly against the forbidden truth for so long. The girl had somewhat learned to loathe Kerberos. His sense of destruction had torn her life apart, and most of all torn he littermates from her arms.

There was a long soft rumble in her stomach as she returned herself to the city, it was early afternoon, the weather nice enough to tolerate and cool enough to please the young Lykoi. But she did not feel like hunting, killing something would always be such a bloody, smelly job. And more and more would she have to prepare her own, skinning and ripping the innards out of prey. And it just took too long, what was the point? Her stomach would not shut up, and in an attempt to silence it Elody placed her arms at her flat abdomen, sitting herself down on an old iron bench, looking out onto a dirty pond that was likely a remnant from the human era. She stretched out on her stomach, laying flat on her stomach, looking into the overgrown grass on the other side.

Ellie was brought back to many childhood memories, of looking into the grass and soil to reveal a minuscule world of insects and tiny creatures, things she would have guessed now would die under her feet when she walked. And playing with Helena, they would always take things home or throw them around as puppies always did. Those were the golden times, when Kerberos and Valla had not screwed up her life forever.

Something moved by her nose, a small green jewel that tried to get away. Hey! She yelped, scooping it up with a quick hand and sitting up on the bench. It was a small frog, it's skin sticky and bright with an emerald tone. The walnut furred hybrid made sure not to harm it, it was too small--Too fragile. And what would come to be if it didn't deserve to die? So she held it, watching it try to leap away under her grasp. And soon it calmed, sitting in her black palm as if it didn't mind being there, throat bulging out as it croaked loudly . And for once Elody found herself chuckling, amused with her find.

This is how Zayden talks This is how Elody talks