05-17-2009, 07:11 PM
OOC: all welcome for Dahlia. Cerc said I could.
IC:
Flayra came walking on the grassy plains. She walked vigorously along the green scenery. She picked up a scent that was getting stronger when she walked more closer to where ever she was going. She knew this scent. She figured out where she was going to. She knew where she was headed. Dahlia de Mai. The place she used to call home some months ago. She started to slow as she approached the border line of the pack, stopping where the scent was the strongest. She was a Crimson Dreamer, she would be trespassing if she just wondered in, even though they knew her well and welcomed her with open arms back then. However, Dahlia used to be her home. They said she was welcome her if anything goes wrong at Crimson Dreams. She just wanted to say hello.
Flayra, like a good girl, sat at the border line, waiting for someone to come by. With her Rose Thorn, she drew patterns in the dirt with the sharp end, humming a little tune that was going through her head. She lightly and slowly waved her head, keeping to the beat of the humming. She wondered who would come to see her. Maybe someone who was new that would ask her to leave. She hoped that they will understand the reason of why the girl came to the pack.
IC:
Flayra came walking on the grassy plains. She walked vigorously along the green scenery. She picked up a scent that was getting stronger when she walked more closer to where ever she was going. She knew this scent. She figured out where she was going to. She knew where she was headed. Dahlia de Mai. The place she used to call home some months ago. She started to slow as she approached the border line of the pack, stopping where the scent was the strongest. She was a Crimson Dreamer, she would be trespassing if she just wondered in, even though they knew her well and welcomed her with open arms back then. However, Dahlia used to be her home. They said she was welcome her if anything goes wrong at Crimson Dreams. She just wanted to say hello.
Flayra, like a good girl, sat at the border line, waiting for someone to come by. With her Rose Thorn, she drew patterns in the dirt with the sharp end, humming a little tune that was going through her head. She lightly and slowly waved her head, keeping to the beat of the humming. She wondered who would come to see her. Maybe someone who was new that would ask her to leave. She hoped that they will understand the reason of why the girl came to the pack.