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[Firefly Sadira]

ooc-Incase any of the other to be packmates want to appear. Svara and Firefly live together.

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The golden bronze woman didn't miss much about the packlands that she'd left behind except for the two children that were barred from her. She tried to act like it didn't bother her but she knew her blind friend could see right through the act she put up. Instead of sitting around the place the group of loners had shacked up in she had made a move out to the beaches along the Shattered Coast. She wondered if Jac had made it ashore or if she'd never see the male again. He'd been a staple in her life onboard the ship and she'd thought that she'd never see the fellow again but news that he might one day show up brought back memories of her short life on ship. Her eyes glanced out to sea as she shook her head, hoping that her fears that the sea had claimed another sailor were wrong.

She sat on the beach watching the waves roll in as she became lost in thought. She wasn't use to being a loner and though she had her friends that were closer than family she felt slightly lost without the structure of a pack around her. There was no point in going to look through the other packlands for a home though, she knew she would never fit in, her past wasn't exactly a clean slate and she had no reason except for her want to belong to a pack where she was welcome for who she was.

She sighed softly and wondered just where Svara was, she'd left their home empty and though she hadn't expected the blind woman to stay indoors all the time she wondered where she went when she wasn't there. She picked herself up off the beach and began to stroll along the tidepools, checking to see if there was anything worth snacking on in the deathtraps of the beach.

[Dayo Delmar]

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!! out of character.

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Tear. Rip. Shred. Blood. Spill. Drip. Dayo Delmar heard these six words run repeatedly in his head, driving the three year old male insane. He stood, in his Optime form (like always), above two dead rabbits. One was split into two pieces, blood oozing out from it covering the dirt. The other one was slowly dying, its eyes flaring violently around, probably searching for someway to escape. A maddening grin was plastered on Dayo's face. He couldn't help himself; the brute always became happy when he killed and hunted prey. It was a horrible feeling; the feeling of being gleeful at another's death. Dayo remembered when he was with Skoll and scared of even the idea of eating live animals. Now, he killed and tortured smaller animals for skill and entertainment.

He tensed up, shuddering slightly. Dayo wanted to be his old self; surrounded by Skoll's children and grandchildren and be something like a father to them. He would of never met his parents. He would of never realized that they were there the whole time, watching him. He would of never become the bloodthirsty, flesh eating monster he was today. But as Dayo stood over the two rabbits, he could not help but be pleased with himself. The male suddenly heard a blood curling shriek. Looking up in utter irritation - and partially fear - Dayo grumbled to himself and grabbed his backpack off his back. In a few swift movements, he had his backpack cleared and there was enough room for the half dead rabbit. He shoved it in his bag, threw it over his shoulder and took a handful of the blood and sucked it up into his mouth. Some dripped down onto his lips, slowly falling down his chest. Dayo began to run.

And run.

Until, that is, he came across a beautiful golden woman. He looked at her, titled his head and wondered what he should do. Run away and ignore her? Wait for her to say something? Introduce himself? Dayo just thought she was so beautiful, he could not ignore her. He stepped closer to her, adjusted the small square glasses on his eyes and wipped some blood off his face with a finger, then licked it off. "Hello there, missy. Where have you been all my life?" He grinned.

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[Svara Thames]

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-OOC:: Didin't have time for a table, will put one in later XD

Svara sat above on a cliff letting the breeze and smell of the ocean consume her. It was a place she loved to go, and although the cliff wasn't that high, it was enough to let her dangle her long legs over the edge. Ever since she had left Dahlia she had felt like she was calmer, and not so violent. It was good to know that she could let some of the anger go with the pack. Not that she didn't plan on torturing them for what they did to Firefly, the women hadn't deserved what they had done to her.

Sighing deeply she grabbed the well carved staff at her side and stood, but movement on the beach below caught her good eye. Her ears perked and she wondered what it was. Moving down the high cliff she went to the beach curiosity getting her. The smell of Firefly was strong and made her smirk, it was the sound of a strangers words that made her growl and proceed. It didn't take her long to find the women and come to stand at her side. Svara could see the strangers form, but not what he looked like in detail. " Your lines are wasted. What do you want." Svara was not one for flirting and being nice, and his cheap charm wasn't amusing to her in the least.

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[Firefly Sadira]

Firefly's mind had been lost on the thoughts of the others and she hadn't expected to be found by another so soon. When the shifting of the sands caught her ears she turned and was met with the sight of the approaching male. She was use to the seemingly charming words from males, the flirts and teases they tended to throw at her as each one tried to carve a spot in her heart. She lowered her eyes as the male spoke, his words making a slight smile appear on her lips as she greeted the male with soft words, "Probably in the arms of another.." she said honestly. For the last three seasons she'd been the plaything to the Lilium of Dahlia de Mai. Her words though honest were no tell to the hard edged bitch that lay with the beauty that was her own.

Within seconds of what she'd said to the male with the strange markings she was stolen upon by the presence of Svara which brought a smirk to her lips as the other woman spoke. She had traded the packlife for a smaller clan type living with her friend and others and now it seemed that Svara had turned into a guard dog of sorts to the golden lady. She turned her eyes to Svara a moment and just shook her head sadly as she chuckled. "You really need to learn to loosen up a bit Sva.." She sighed as she turned back to the male, her cover obviously blown.

"Don't mind my guard dog here.." she said with a grin the whole time. She sure wasn't use to having a chaperon, and as much as she enjoyed the company of the youngster that had adopted her she came to realize that it would be quite hard for her to find time to flirt with the boys once more. Then again, it probably wasn't so bad, she did tend to find enjoyment in crushing their little dreams they might have that involved her.