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Flayra Zazkex · 07-27-2010, 06:59 PM

Note: I couldn't really find the closest area to PV. Hope this will do fine.

What was the white female going to do today? She had very little to do, once again. She had been lingering in the same rank for months now, neither ascending or descending in rank. What was she to do? She was never really told to do any job of any kind by any of the leaders, nor was she asked to preform little errands. So, since for the time being having free time, she came to Phoenix Valley.

She had heard of rumors regarding a certain type of flower that grows in the area, but she had to be mindful of the border line. What she hoped to achieve today is to find that flower, dig it out of the ground, and take it back home with her, to join the rest of the flowers in her greenhouse out the back of the mansion.

She walked effortly along the soft, green grassy ground, some half a kilometer away from the borderline, scanning the ground for the flower she was looking for. If she kept her distance, she would be in the clear

Jefferson Soul · 07-31-2010, 12:36 AM

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In the span of recent weeks and months away from the pack and many of his duties, Jefferson inevitably rediscovered his love for independence and solitude; there was a certain peace in the silence of nature, something he'd forgotten to appreciate in all the business of leading a pack, but was grateful to have found it once more. The songs of the birds, oblivious to the trials of the world below them, lightened his heart to an unspoken degree; his mood was altogether lifted by the warmth of the air, the sunshine, and the rush of leafy canopies, and yet his expression was as stolid and unchanging as ever. Even his scars seemed to sag.

A foreign scent stenched the fresh Phoenix Valley air, and he was obliged to follow it to its source. Three-legged, one-eyed, and grumpy, Jefferson limped along after the smell hanging in the air, only recognizing it as Crimson Dreams not long before finding the fresh white female lingering not far from his borders. "Who are you?" he said briskly, tone devoid of anger but necessarily to-the-point. "Why are you so close to Phoenix Valley land?"

Flayra Zazkex · 07-31-2010, 09:27 AM

She took each step slowly as she kept her eyes to the ground, making sure not to miss a single patch for this flower she had as her goal. She was too fixed to the ground, she heard, but seemed to ignored the birds singing and the gentle breeze rustling through the trees. She stopped, looking around her surroundings of the earth. There was nothing. "Damn, doesn't seem to be here. Maybe if I look more to the north."

She then quickly turned her head, another wolf coming into her view. She gazed upon the male, seeing one of his eyes was completely scarred and useless, not to mention the of his front legs. Flayra was about to answer is first question until he asked why she was lingering near Phoenix Valley. She remained calm, slowly came to answer, "I'm Flayra, Flayra Zazkex. I don't mean to cause trouble. I was just looking for something."

Jefferson Soul · 08-01-2010, 08:50 PM

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As always, she reacted to his scars and monster-like appearance similar to all the rest. She was still young, he noticed, and maintained her stability despite the onslaught of his gruesome war prizes; he had an appreciation for such behavior, though the cyclops chose it best to keep it unsaid. His expression remain unchanged, a distinct and unimpressed scowl heavying his features, and the brute tipped his nose to peer down at her analytically.

"Zazkex," he muttered, only then recognizing her pelt as snow-white as familiar. He couldn't recall if his packmate had blue eyes, however; it had been quite some time since he had seen much of Pendzez, though the male had been dwindling in the ranks and showing his face less often. The cyclops couldn't assume why. "You're related to Pendzez, then. That name is too unique for it to be coincidence. His sister, I assume?" The brute recalled him speaking of a sister at one point in time, but Jefferson was sure the two had already met up and his name would not bring about much alarm. "What are you looking for?"

Flayra Zazkex · 08-01-2010, 10:30 PM

Flayra saw the arm of the male, seeing it completely scarred to pieces. It was like her arm, but his looks like he can't use it anymore. The two had both suffered a similar attack and lived. Ever since she received the injury, she had it concealed under a piece of cloth, shy and scared to let the world look upon it. Now that she was older, and a little wiser, she had learned there was no need to keep it hidden from every one around her. She would have to thank Naniko for that.

The cyclops then spoke her family name. Flayra was quick to know who the male was. The leader of Phoenix Valley. Pendzez had told her about him. The scars gave it away. "Yes, I'm his sister. You must be Jefferson then. He told me about you." The male asked about why she was here. Now, she was a fair distance away from the border, so she wouldn't cause any problems, but she had to give the leader an answer. "I'm looking a flower."

Jefferson Soul · 08-09-2010, 10:24 PM

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So Pendzez had spoken about him? The cyclops was unsure why he was surprised; only he and Pendzez were left in Phoenix Valley that remembered the pack at a time before the scarred man took rule. Pendzez remembered Iskata and Deuce, for sure, just as well as Jefferson himself did. It was not quite six months before the cyclops had been made Phoenix Valley's Patriarch and from there he had served since; despite that extended period of time, he and the white wolf had never really gotten to know each other. They traveled separate paths, he knew, and those paths would cross when it was necessary for them to.

The brute hesitated asking what Pendzez had told his sister of Phoenix Valley's rude and monstrous Patriarch, but he kept silent. If there was anything he hated to speak about, it was himself—even to complete strangers. "A flower?" Surely it was a strange and unnecessary journey to the Valley land in search of a simple blossom. Undoubtedly Phoenix Valley was home to plenty, though the Patriarch was utterly unsure as to how one-of-a-kind they were. "Well, there's plenty in the packlands. You'll probably have more luck there." He motioned subtly with a flick of his nose, then turned and started back towards the land he called home.

Clearing his throat, the cyclops held his eye steadily forward. "What's this flower for?"

Flayra Zazkex · 09-17-2010, 09:11 AM

OOC: So so sorry, Lin.

Flayra had seen a slight impression on the leader's face when she had mention Pendzez telling her about Jefferson. Pendzez had told her that the two don't meet that much, only at certain points in the future. This had not affected him in a way. Pendzez seemed to have stuff to say to the leader each time, it seemed. Maybe he was trying to have a social chat with the scarred leader. It was true that the two walked separate paths, with random crosses here and there.

Flayra followed the leader as he 'escorted' her to the packlands. She had a feeling that she shouldn't, but it sounded like Jefferson was granting her entry, over the matter of a flower? Jefferson looked like the macho typed, not really caring if he steps on a flower, or crushes an entire flower bed. She heard from Pendzez that he was the grumpy kind of canine. Maybe he was having a nice day? "To add to the collection, basically."

Some meter or two into the packlands, she turned her sight to the massacred arm of the scarred leader, then to hers. They had suffered the same injuries. However, the only difference is, she can still use her arm, while his looks like it's useless, a dead weight. "So, you too, I see?"

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