N e v e r. too. Late {Private}

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{{Private board between me Script and Emily <3}}

This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong
Who would have guessed it
I will not leave alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late
It's never too late

He remembered this land. It was fresh upon his memory as he walked through the meadow. He paused, taking a look around. He closed his red eyes, yes, the memories were there. They were good memories. Filled with his childhood life with his mother and father and his siblings, sometimes he wondered where they were. Wondered if they ever stopped to think about him, or if they were so caught up in their life, they forgot. He wandered if his siblings had mates and children’s of their own. He wondered if his parents were together just wandering around, or if they were raising another litter in the world, for all he knows they could have had two litters. If he had brothers and sisters he never met and probably would never will. He didn’t mind thinking about the past, for unlike some, he had a happy past, a good childhood. Little drama, it wasn’t until he got older did the pain of the world weight upon his shoulders. Perhaps if he had known the signs of unhappiness and how it felt to be in so much pain…perhaps things would be different. Perhaps if he was accustom to the pain in the beginning, it would not have torn him apart when he finally met fate – and fate is a bitch. He had to learn that the hard way, the hard way that life is not fair. No matter how many times you hear the words, you don’t actually believe it until your proven wrong.

Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late

No one will ever see
This side reflected
And if there's something wrong
Who would have guessed it
And I have left alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like
It's not too late
It's never too late

It wasn’t until after he left his family did the world begin to show its true colors and those colors were named Liya. Liya was different then most females he had spent time with. She was a free spirit, living in the moment, with a bright smile upon her face. He had hung around her for five months, it did not take him long, to fall in love. She was so filled with energy and happiness that he couldn’t help, but smile whenever he was near her. He wanted to be with her all the time, making up dumb excuses just to talk to her and they would sit down for hours and just talk about anything they could possibly think of. Perhaps if he had read between the lines, if only he looked deep within her eyes, if only he asked, then perhaps she would still be here with him. Unlike his childhood, Zerah did not like these memories. Even remembering the happiness brought a sting to his heart. He did not have multiple heartbreaks that eased him into the pain, no, it was just one final blow – and that was it. He always blamed himself for what happened to her. If he had done something different, then she would still be with him, or at least she would have known that she was not alone. But he ignored the signs she had given him. Now looking back he could remember the way she turned to look away from him when they spoke of death – and when she said she was okay, he was dumb enough to believe it. The way she often tried to ignore him. So many signs, and he missed them all..

Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late

The world we knew
Won't come back
The time we've lost
Can't get back
The life we had
Won't be ours again

Then one day he finally confessed to her. They were lying under the midnight sky looking up at the stares, when he blurting out to her. He remembered to look in her face. At first a perplex look came upon her features, it was the closest time she came to a frown. “Why? Why do you want to love me?” She asked him laying her head upon the grass, looking up at the sky. He remembered thinking she looked so beautiful just lying there, with her head tilted to the sky. He wasn’t sure what to think of this question. “Because I do!” a small smile came upon her maw as she just said. “Well, if that is your wish, but just beware.” She never told him she loved him, and he was worried that she didn’t, it wasn’t until later did he find out why she remained silent. However, by the time, it was too late. There was no chance in saving her. That would be the last words that he heard from her. The last time he would see her alive. For by the next morning she was gone.

This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong
Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late (It's never too late)
It's not too late
It's never too late

She left without a word. He didn’t think much of it when he had woken up in the morning, but then as the hours began to stretch, he began to get worried. He looked everywhere, calling her name. He went everywhere and it wasn’t until a week later did he realize she would never come back. It tore out his heart. A pain that he never experienced and never wished to experience again, with a heavy heart he went on his way. It was a year later before he found out the truth. A pack who had had seen Liya on her last day of her life said that she killed herself. She was crying and pushed everyone out of the way and made her way to the forest. They tried to stop her, but it was no use. She managed to slice her throat open with her own claws…Zerah paused as he shook his head. He looked around him, he just realized he was near the river which ran a throughout, Nozomi. Even the good memories could not erase the bad. He took a deep breath as he turned to look upon his reflection. He was a white color with mixes of black and red upon his body. He knew it was an unusual pattern, but he looked just like his twin brother, there wasn’t too much of a difference between them. His mother told him that he looked so much like his father, but his father said he had some of his mother as well. Zerah looked up from the river, looking away.

“I love you, Zerah.”

Those where Liya’s last words before she killed herself.

[Emily]

zeinab;

Big blue eyes looked down at the reflection into the river, and she smiled. She liked what she saw. So yeah, she liked the way she looked, could you blame her? She was an attractive female, that much was obvious. She was thin, with narrow hips and a long, thick tail. Her pelt was a soft, gentle white color, with streaks of gray thrown in there. Her facial features were very noticeable, as well. She flicked her tail, and then dipped the edge of her maw into the water so she could sip some of the cool, clean water for herself. This water was nearly as pure as the water back on Isle Amour, she noted. But then everything seemed sour as she remembered that place. It wasn't exactly a welcome memory. Zeinab wasn't just different there, she was an outcast. They didn't want her there, she was an accident. Quickly, her mood changed and the gentle blue became more violent, until she reminded herself something. 'Zeinab, you were different there. Here, you're special. Here, you're the prettiest.' And now, she was beaming at the thought. Zeinab didn't exactly enjoy standing out in a negative way (which, for the record, she never does). Self-centered? Well, you could certainly say that.

Zeinab Silverfrost was so much different from any other wolf. She wasn't exactly bad, but there was no way in hell she was good. She didn't love to hurt others and nor did she live to make them happy. She lived for herself, crushing a spirit or two here, breaking a heart there, it all fed her ego. The best part? Zeinab could defend herself, because she wasn't a weak little thing. It was easy enough to say, Zeinab was a leader. She lived with a lot of them back on Isle Amour, but there were so little of them here. That, too, fed her ego. Zeinab didn't let anyone give her orders, which was probably the whole reason that Zeinab was never in a pack. If she had joined a pack, Zeinab would never agree with the Alphas. There would be some serious conflict there. Zeinab didn't know when to shut up, either. But, she wasn't all bad. Zeinab was actually pretty smart, too. It was easy to hold a conversation with the fae, as long as you didn't contradict what she said. Then, you'd find yourself getting words fired at you like never before. So, Zeinab was a hot-headed, arrogant, vain female. She accepted that, too.

Zeinab glanced at the meadow around her as she stood up. It was mid-afternoon, not normally a time Zeinab would be awake but for some reason she decided that she wanted to be. Any other day, Zeinab would probably be sleeping now, only to awake at night. It was just the way she operated. Usually, she did not stay in more than one place for very long. For some reason, though, Nozomi had kept her around. She hadn't exactly kept a steady conversation with anyone and didn't really make any friends, but something about this place was just keeping her around. What it could be, she had absolutely not idea. Zeinab wasn't a huge fan of the atmosphere of this place, nor was she a fan of most of the wolves (well, all of them, because she didn't exactly meet anyone she remembered too well). Something, though... she'd figure it out. She had to. It was pretty here, though. Clear water, cloudy skies, with a large meadow and lots of flowers. That was what summer was, though, right? So why was it so fastenating here?

As Zeinab scanned the meadow, she noted a few wolves here and there, but one stuck out to her. Without thinking about it, Zeinab slowly walked closer, until she was only several yards away from him. Yes, she'd definitely met him before somewhere. She couldn't place it, but she definitely knew his name. She scanned her brain, but couldn't think of it. Wait, had she even gotten along with him? It was hard to say. She didn't get along with most wolves. He might've been an acception though. Then, it came to her! Zerah... or something along those lines. So, she decided she would greet him. Hey, I never said she was shy. Since he hadn't seen her yet, she simply walked a few steps closer, before she gave him a greeting. "Hello there, do I know you? You seem awfully familiar." She told him, tilting one of her ears to the side. And hey, if she didn't, there was no shame in asking. Besides, making new friends was cool, too.... or enemies. You never actually knew with Zeinab.

[Scriptureous~]

Etta
All dreams are a reality;;

The sky was so blue and so open like the sky at home. Would she ever stop remembering the Lands Long Forgotten? Would she eventually put her brother and parents aside for better things? She hoped not. Etta forced herself to look away from the timeless sky that stretched forever into the distance. The muscles in her long, awkward legs tensed and pushed her away from the soft patch of grass that she had been lying upon. Her frame was just beginning to fill out around bones that stuck out all over her body, most of which was covered with thick slate-gray fur. She knew she had to be careful or she would trip over something stupid, like a blade of grass or her own paws. With a deep, heartfelt sigh and a flich of her bottlebrush tail, Etta set off in search of the cool, quenching waters of the river. Not that she actually wanted to be near it. It brought back too many painful memories that she wanted to put behind her. She stalked through the long grasses mistily, imagining that she was a hunter and there was a rabbit hiding somewhere in front of her. The imaginary rabbit shot out in front of her its legs were pistons, teasing her with its little cottony tail.

Etta bounded after it like a rabbit herself, kicking off the ground with powerful strokes of her hind legs. What a mistake she had made! Halfway through the imaginary chase, she tripped over her own paws, sending herself skidding on her belly down to the edge of the river. The front half of her body plunged into the icy water, but she managed to get a hold on the slippery, muddy bank with her hind paws. Etta heaved herself out of the water, shaking with fear and misery. Oh, how she hated the water! The puppy glared at the water icily as if a glance could destroy. Great, now she was wet and muddy! She slowly got to her paws and approached the water as if it were a rabid animal that would jump up and attack her if it got so much as a chance. At least she hadn't drowned. The thought filled her with guilt that she quickly pushed to the back of her mind. Etta shook herself from nose to tip of tail, spraying water in every direction. When she looked down at the rippling water, she didn't see a puppy.

Pupiless, evergreen eyes stared back at her hauntingly from a tall, thin body covered in gray fur. She was already taller than the average female and still going through a growth spurt that might leave her taller than the average male. Her Gsyjrt had always told her that she was so big because her grandfather was a giant. So why had her generation gotten to be so big? Her Zpyjrt was big, but she wasn't a giant like she and her brother were going to be. Remembering her brother reminded her that he probably wasn't alive anymore, which she put off by looking around at the wolves that were nearby.

Etta had been practicing her English the last couple of weeks and had gotten much better at pronouncing it than she had before. What would happen if she approached a native and tried to speak to them?
Only one way to find out, she reasoned. Etta leaned down and sipped from the water, and then circled around to approach the first pair of wolves that she had seen. She waited until the female was finished speaking until she spoke. "Hello," she said in a thick, growly accent. "I am Etta. Nice know you? What your name?"

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Zerah twisted his head around when he spotted a wolf who had spoken to him. The wolf indeed did look familiar, as if he had spoken to her a while back. Zerah had lingered in Nozomi for a while now, and along the way have spoken to a few wolves, but each were short meetings never lasting too long. He looked at her for a while, she had seemed to know who he was, but perhaps was a bit unsure about it herself. He raced back upon his memory upon a name for the female and then it suddenly clicked. Zeinab. Yes, they had spoken to each other for a while. Perhaps it was because of their short lived chat and the others he had forgotten her name, but for some reason he felt guilty for forgetting it. He felt it was rude. “Yes, you do knot me. Zeinab, is your name correct? Yes, I do slightly remember our conversation we had a while ago. It is nice to see you again.” He said with a smile and a tilt of his head. Sometimes it seemed others find it hard to realize he was sarcastic, very sarcastic, but he was, just as much as he was a gentleman. He could also be quite stubborn.

He was about to say more when he heard another voice behind him. He turned to spot another female, but this one was smaller, she didn’t look to be much older, just shying under two years. Her English was rough, he supposed she was just learning it and it was not her native tongue. He smiled softly at her; he always had a soft spot for pups. “Hello, Etta. My name is Zerah.” He said trying to slow down his voice so she could understand him and not strain herself in trying to understand him. For the most part Zerah was relaxed, though he couldn’t help be sarcastic once in awhile, but he didn’t mean for it to be rude. He usually tries to hold out until he was friends with someone. He was also pretty energetic for a 5 year old. He stretched out his body with a yawn. Tilting his head as he looked back over to Zeinab, thinking she could introduce herself, he wasn’t sure if she would be offended if he did it for her.

He liked to talk to others; then again he liked to be alone as well. His personality was well mixed. Zerah sat upon the ground, wrapping his tail around himself. He wasn’t quite sure what else he should say or do. He waited until one of them spoke or asked something. His mind began to fade away, going back into a far away place, back to where he was unharmed when it came to pain. Back to when he was a young pup, without a care in the world. Zerah paused and shook his head, coming back in reality. He didn't mean to blank out like that. It happened once in a while, but not all the time. He took a deep breath and smiled kindly at the two females.