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- Flayra Zazkex - 12-30-2008 WC:321 The morning has come, the sun was up from it's nighttime slumber to fill the world with it's bright rays. There was only like four that were up. The rest must have been either still asleep, or hunting for breakfast. The risen sun lit up the fields of flowers, the paths of gravel, and houses of wood. The fields were covered with wildflowers, tiger lilies, and roses. Trees covered most of the area of the home area, but there was a large field, like twenty-two acres of flowers and grass. The gravel paths seemed to be a mixture of stone and sand. Stones obviously small to cause little damage to bare feet, and sand just for a mix. The Dahlia's sure had a strange way to make path's, but it was fine. The path head straight through the grassy field with the gentle morning breezing going along the side, through the grass make it seem that it was walking on the grass. Seeing that would probably fascinate young pups, but some know how it's done. Walking along the path and stopping at the hill was a young female pup, roughly five months old, stood on the hill that slopes downward to the field as she looked out at the grass. The then walked off the path making a place to lie down. She slowly dropped her body with her front legs crossed. Her left arm touched her right that was covered more than the rest of her body. She clothed her right arm with an old long tee-shirt sleeve, which was tied to her arm. When her left paw touched her right arm, she just remembered how she got such a scar on it. It was a massive infliction that she hid it away from other's eyes. Not even Cercelee asked about it. She closed her eyes at the thoughts about getting that scar and the event when one month old. - Svara Thames - 12-30-2008 [html]
- Flayra Zazkex - 12-31-2008 WC: 544 The flashes from the past just came and went. In her mind, Flayra could see the pictures of memories just pop up, then go. They flashed quickly, revealing the attack four months ago, the attack from the rogues two months ago, which left behind that scar that on her arm which was covered with a cloth, and the numerous flashes that had something to with the young pup staring in the face of death so many times. Her eyes were closed, but started flickering with each flash of the past. It continued, with her head shaking from left to right as she made slight sounds of fear, sorrow, and pain, not to mention the drop of a tear that emerged from her left eye, sliding slowly down her left cheek. She had to get out of her mind because the flashes were too much for her, anymore and she would just go crazy and just shout out words that the other wolves wouldn't probably understand. A voice spoke of a question, and Flay just jumped out of her mind and back into reality. She just stared into deep space before regaining herself, pretending that nothing happened as she turned to where the voice came from. A young female pup, around Flay's age, stood some few feet away from where Flayra was, asking if she was part of this pack. Well, it only has been almost a fortnight that Flayra has been here, and she has been getting used to the territory, but she didn't know of all the places in Dahlia de Mai, so she can still get lost easily. Though Flayra managed to survive on her own since that event, there were a few things she still needed to get used to. The company of other wolves, the packland, the pack code, it's endless. However, she might do well if she starts with one wolf at a time, then there wouldn't be too much pressure for her. "Um, yes." She started of with a short answer. She managed to go well with Cercelee and Haku, mabye she could try with this wolf aswell. The other she-wolf had her eyes on the young Zazkex pup. What for? Was she thinking that Flay might attack her? Flay didn't much about self-defence or attacking. She wouldn't even hurt a fly, unless it's one that bites. Another sentence came from Svara, saying something about a tan female. Flayra hasn't met all the wolves of Dahlia de Mai. For all she knows, there could a few wolves who have tan colored pelt. She looked around, but couldn't see any tan wolf around that the other pup could have been referring to. Flay picked up a form of gruff in Svara's voice. Flayra thought that the pup was one of those who were mean and nasty for no reason, but she also thought that if she talked normally, then Svara might not be so mean, that's if she's like that. Flayra tried to think if she actually saw or met a wolf that the other pup mentioned, but nothing came to mind. Flayra turned her haed back to the other female and said, "I don't know who you're talking about. I haven't met anyone that has a tan pelt." - Svara Thames - 01-01-2009 [html]
- Flayra Zazkex - 01-01-2009 WC: 633 Svara continued to keep her eyes on Flay, but Flay didn't mind. It didn't bother her in any way, since she wasn't really paying attention. However, the other female moved a few feet closer to the Zazkex pup, laying back down on snow and grass. Flay didn't even think about the cold of winter, although she didn't reaaly care about it. She liked winters, the cold never bothered her, nor did she complain about it. Personally, winter was a great season to Flay, but she hasn't been very excited like she used to when winter comes around, not since four months ago. Everyday she would count the days left until the next winter, waiting patiently, but after her parents death, she hardly even does it anymore. Also, she was growing, so there are some things that she would have to grow out of doing. She's only a kid once, so she should have as much fun as she could, but with her past life, this was impeding that objective. Flay then was was asked about if she's the same age as Svara, and why she was crying. Crying? Was just a tear counted as a cry? With the many times that death was right in front of her, he didn't even take her. Those situations would have killed her, but she is still alive. She wanders if she really died and this body she's in is just a vessel of her soul that wondered the earth after she died. However, she could breathe, eat, sleep, drink, talk, have memories, so she must be alive still. She could have died four months ago by one of the rogue wolves, but was knocked out. She could have dies when she was mistaken to be dead and was buried, but dug her way out. She could have died when she was trapped by more rogue wolves, but was only given the massive scar that was covered with cloth. All those times, but here she is. "I'm not crying. I'm just... don't mistaken me to be a weakling or ungreatful to be alive, but so many times... so many times that death was there in front of me, and he didn't take me. I had many situations that could have killed me with maximum probability, but I'm here, bretathing, talking. You just ask yourself if you are really dead and you're just a soul, wondering the earth." Svara was changing positions from lying to sitting before she asked about the cloth on Flay's arm. Cercelee didn't even ask about it, nor did Haku. Mabye they knew what it was and didn't want to ask about it. Flay didn't want to remember again how she got it. She wanted to forget about the past and move on, but Svara wanted to know, and Flay would tell her, though she may even care since she too had scars, but Flay's scar was massive, mabye even bigger than any other wolf's. From an attack that gave her the scar would have been enough for her to lose her arm, but she just got lucky. If her brother found her and saw it, he would travel to hell and back trying to find the ones that did it. Pendzez would even kill them. The cloth was to hide it, though they might have known what it was she was hiding when she would meet them. Returning to the question, Flay was quick to answer. "A mark that almost took my arm. I hid it with the cloth so no one would see how bad it is. It's massive, probably may more worse than yours, unless you wanna see it." Flay wasn't really comfortable showing her scar to the other pup, but if she wanted to see it, then Flay would show. - Svara Thames - 01-13-2009 [html]
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