I'll Spread My Wings And I'll Learn How To FLY
She was now making memories. Ones she could remember. She now has this rolling around in mud, a simple game embedded within her mind. Without childhood memories she had to make her own. This would be a happy one. Well playing in the sticky brown mud Fly's head shoots up. There at the tip of her mud puddle was a male. He looked like he had seen a lot, had lots of memories and lots of stories. Maybe he could share with her? Maybe he could tell her what things were normal. Like playing in the mud was fun, but was it acceptable? Iblis, she tested his name a few times, listening to his words she realized that this was one of the word types she knew. " OH! I understand you, I know this talking type. I am playing in mud, because well, um, I'm not really sure.... but it is fun." Fly grinned up at Iblis, rising from her puddle. Then glanced at her ruined pelt. "I guess it kinda does look icky now, water will fix it, come on Iblis come play in the water with me. " Fly bounded the short couple meters to the river and soaked herself into it. The mud a grim flowing away allowing a full view of her markings, her wings. " Iblis, see my wings? I don't remember things but I know that my name is Fly, and I know that I can stop running now. So well i'm not running I wanna have fun, and make my own memories. Come play in the water, make memories and tell me about yours." Fly gave a lop sided grin and sat herself in the chilly water. How would Iblis react to a character such as Fly? She wasn't exactly normal. Maybe with enough persistence Fly could get this guy into the water. He looked scared and what better to get ride of bad with a little good?
FLY
5 Years || No Heart Or Soul || No Pack || Female |