Flurry
ScarletUnicorn25255
Pet Name: Flurry
Owner: Cotton
Theme / Type: Wintergala Stignightus
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 16 / 16
Strength: 20
Defense: 1
Speed: 16
Intellect: 18
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 6/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Aetra Pomme
2. - Charitee Pomme
3. - Dark Chocolate Milkshake
4. - Eat Me Cookie
5. - Pirate Pomme
6. - Turkey Cupcake
2. - Charitee Pomme
3. - Dark Chocolate Milkshake
4. - Eat Me Cookie
5. - Pirate Pomme
6. - Turkey Cupcake
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What would you do if the hunted were given a chance to be the hunters?
You would run. As fast, and as far, as you can.
Given the chance, would you turn from being the hunted, to being the hunter?
In less than a second.
The world is like that.
My name is Flower. Though some call me Flurry.
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'It's hard, thinking back to the time when my mind was so simple, so bland, with no wishes but to sustain myself and raise children. But when I do think back, I feel things, and hear things, that the normal human cannot understand. Few have felt what I've felt, and normally not in the same way.
When you are as weak as I was, and the monster comes after you, your only hope is to run, clutching your life as close to you as possible. As the gunshots sound, you can feel it slipping away, inch by inch. And then you stumble, and it falls from your body, like an oiled metal ball.
As soon as I woke up, I felt strange. I cannot describe the feeling. But I can describe this- as soon as I thought, I screamed. I screamed at the sheer terror of thinking such complex thoughts. I could not bear thinking like the creature I now was. I felt some feelings I had never felt before, and lost others.
I felt hands grasp me, feel my now fur-less brow. They opened my mouth and gave me something that soothed my insides. I was rocked to sleep like a babe, and I learned later that I had slept for many days.
When I woke for the second time in my strange new body I was not as overwhelmed. I managed to push myself up, and attempted to walk. But my front legs were now shorter than my back ones, so I had to bend my knees to go on all fours. I walked out of the tent like this, and stiffened in alarm when I saw a fire, with five men and a woman crowded around it. The woman was ladling something into each man's bowl. the aroma was tantalizing, but the clothes they wore alarmed me. They were the garb of hunters.
I stood, frozen, hoping they would not see me, until the woman looked over at me and smiled. She strode towards me. I tried to back up, but it difficult.
"Come now, child," she said to me, "get up on yer legs!" she grabbed my arms and pulled my up to my feet. I was not used to standing on two legs, so I stumbled, and gripped onto the woman for support.
The woman tutted. "We found ya, right in the middle o' the forest! What were ya thinkin', lying out there in th' cold? Ya coulda died!" she watched me, then tutted again, "well girl, speak!"
I gulped, and opened my mouth. I attempted to repeat the noise she had last made. I understood her, which I found strange, but did not dwell on it. "Sp-eak?" I asked, confused.
"Do you not speak English? I thought so, lookin' at yer purty black skin, but yer eyes and hair surprise me even more! Never seen anythin' like it, not on a human!"
By this time the five men had circled around me. All of them were middle aged or past, except one, who was young, about twenty or so, and looking at me with a strange glimmer in his eyes. His stare made me very uncomfortable, so I looked down in fear. A drop of water ran down my cheek. I caught it on my finger, bewildered. That had never happened to me before, I was certain.
The woman noticed my discomfort, and hollered at the others to get back.
"Would ya like some soup?" The woman asked gently, holding her ladle in front of me. The aroma was so enticing I nodding blindly.
She gently poured the brew into a bowl. "You have a name, sweetheart?"
I had no answer, so I shook my head. The woman looked surprised for a moment. "Well ain't that interestin'," She muttered, "you seem to have fallen right from the sky! Guess we'll have to name you, then."
.... .. ..... Oh I'm sorry, I was caught up in my own musings. It looks like it's time for you to go. See you tomorrow, sweetie.'
'Thank you for the story, grandma Flower.'
'Where was I? Oh yes, my naming. The woman, who I later learned was Rosa, showered me with suggestions, each more ludicrous than the next. They were all words I did not know the meaning of. Some I recognized, but did not spark my interest. One name did, however, and as she said it, I nodded my head jerkily. "Flower? Well, you certainly are as delicate as one."
And with that, I was part of the hunting party, though I mostly stayed to my tent and learned to speak. I refused to go near any weapons or meat, as they disturbed me greatly. Still do, in fact.
Nothing eventful happened in those days- that is, until I met your grandfather. Well, not exactly met, but became closer to.
I loathed your grandfather at first, I admit it. I thought him haughty and obnoxious. He was the young man I mentioned.
He attempted to court me many times, but I ignored his efforts. I did not think he truly saw me as a person, but as a prize to be won. You will understand, later in life.
I guess we truly 'saw' each-other when I finally went on a hunting trip. For many days, we tracked a herd of deer. I surprised the group with my ability to move almost silently through the forest, and being an incredible tracker.
After the fifth day, we found them all, sitting in a meadow, peacefully eating grass.
I stayed back as your grandfather drew his bow and picked his target. A lump started to form in my throat. Just before he shot, I gripped his arm, and his head turned towards me. His expression was that of anger.
Why? he mouthed, trying not to make a sound and startle the deer.
I leaned very close to his ear and whispered, "it is pregnant. Pick the one with the black tail- it has lived long enough."
I saw him lower his bow, a look of compassion on his face I had never seen before.
I turned my head as the arrow met its mark. Your grandfather had a very excellent aim.
As the deer that were bounded for the trees in less than a blink of my eyes, I longed to run with them. My heart pounded in my chest so hard I could feel it in my ears.
Well, that is enough for today.'
'But that story wasn't nearly as long as the other one!'
'All in due time, my child, all in due time.'
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'Mama, where is grandmother?'
'She is gone.'
'But where has she gone?'
'To the place where everyone goes when their time is up.'
'No. That's not true. You're lying to me! WHY ARE YOU LYING TO ME, MAMA? MAMA!'
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'We went to the reading of her will.'
'... .. .'
'She left you this.'
'The Adventures of Flurry, And Those Who Were With Her'
'from me to you, my lovely Rose.'
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'Lots of people thought I was too young to do this, but mama convinced me to. You know why we're all here, I'm not going to say it.
Flower is- was, a remarkable woman, who loved and was loved. She was gentle, compassionate, sharp-tongued, and as protective as a lioness. She never took no for an answer, and was a really, really good shot with a bow.
What you don't know about her though, is where she came from. And neither do I. But I believe she was put here to impact every life she touched, and she accomplished that. For good or bad, but mostly good. I love her so much, and she will never die, because stories of Flower Forestsdaughter and her dark skin and wit will be told long after we here today are all gone.
Thank you.'
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