I'll Spread My Wings And I'll Learn How To FLY
What had happened? Who was calling for her and were did she come from. She remembers little, she remembers three different types of words and a name. Her name? She wondered in confusion, why did she need to leave wherever it was. She doesn't remember and trying to remember makes her head feel like it is going to explode. It was like she could remember some things, like she knew what the world was, but wolves, faces, memories were blurred. Her last memory is running, and now it is time for her to stop. Looking around lost and confused Fly shook out her glorious white pelt. She decided to test out these words that she remembered. " Tree, Arbor, Arbre " What was the use of them, she was so puzzled. Spring was on the brink of arising, little snow left upon the ground, a small breeze littered the air. Fly watched as the red fur wings on her sides moved with the wind. Did she used to have real wings? She wasn't sure what to do with herself. Would she go to a pack, she knew about those for some reason. Laying down on the muddy ground Fly grinned, this would be a blast. Without a care in the world she rolled, her pitch white pelt getting smeared in the brown gunk her wings were almost invisible. She looked like a brown wolf, she let out a squeal of laughter, some might say she looked like an over grown puppy. But hey you only live once. Giggling hysterically Fly wondered if someone would join her in this muddy play.
FLY
5 Years || No Heart Or Soul || No Pack || Female |