03-28-2010, 04:59 PM
OOC: Sorry for wait.
Days go by by the hour. It just seems to fly pass everything. Maybe that's what gives the phrase, time flies when you are having fun. The day's were now of spring, seeming that only yesterday was summer. Flayra of the Crimson Dreams pack, walked down the empty streets of Halifax to gt away from the pack she lived with. She couldn't believe that it was not long left til summer. She was mainly a spring girl, but she enjoyed summer because of the swimming. Actually, summer seemed to be most wolves favorite because of summer. However, that was still sometime away. For now, she'll have to concentrate on the daily duties and the war.
Every lamp post she passed seems to lead her unknown destination, if there was one. She wasn't really set on going some place, only to where she would feel like. Then, she passed a store. A familiar store, in fact. It was the liquor store that she met... what was his name? Slais? Salis? Something like that. If it wasn't for him, she never would have found this stuff. She went inside the empty, seeing the bottles of alcohol still on the racks, only one or two missing. She remembered the wide variety of the stuff, even the smell still filled the store. Now, she wasn't complaining much about it. She, actually, quite enjoyed it.
Days go by by the hour. It just seems to fly pass everything. Maybe that's what gives the phrase, time flies when you are having fun. The day's were now of spring, seeming that only yesterday was summer. Flayra of the Crimson Dreams pack, walked down the empty streets of Halifax to gt away from the pack she lived with. She couldn't believe that it was not long left til summer. She was mainly a spring girl, but she enjoyed summer because of the swimming. Actually, summer seemed to be most wolves favorite because of summer. However, that was still sometime away. For now, she'll have to concentrate on the daily duties and the war.
Every lamp post she passed seems to lead her unknown destination, if there was one. She wasn't really set on going some place, only to where she would feel like. Then, she passed a store. A familiar store, in fact. It was the liquor store that she met... what was his name? Slais? Salis? Something like that. If it wasn't for him, she never would have found this stuff. She went inside the empty, seeing the bottles of alcohol still on the racks, only one or two missing. She remembered the wide variety of the stuff, even the smell still filled the store. Now, she wasn't complaining much about it. She, actually, quite enjoyed it.