
Username: Aysan1
Kennel Number: 92
Name [of pet]: Avril Koriyuki
Gender [of pet]: Female
Breed/Species [of pet]: Human x Wolf = Human Ghost-Wolf Shapeshifter
Personality [of pet]:
Competative;
Even if she doesn't like something- She won't give up untill she wins. That's why she still grudges over losing her life. As if she lost a game.. but more.
Background/History [of pet]:
"Falling is like flying, but with a more permament
destination."
". . . Yea, like, by chance the
hospital?"
Koriyuki was a 17 year old girl. Going from Tokyo to America on her seventeenth birthday, to live out her life there in an American Studiose old leesh high school. Calendula High. In other words a highschool named after pot marigold.. oh the joy. Avril was sitting there, tapping her fingers in a rythm to the power of verring winds, from the plane pushing against the thrashes of air. Outside it was quiete, she could imagine falling off one of the wings of the plane, the cool air lashing at her body, throwing her clouth around, and her breath being ridden back from the force. She really didn't care for the impossible, but it came to her in vision. Of things that the world found valuable, actually valuable. Money wasn't there, nor fation... the earths spiratual energy if that sounded right.
Then the world was thrashing, bright red lights flashing, peoples voices fading out from her mind to ease up from the corruption and compotion. A small plastic mask flung down infront of her face, and her eyes flickered through the people, down to her feet as she was about to slide it on. As she slid the thing closer to her face, a veil covered her mind. Another vision, this time she saw the people, crowds of them, this plane could hold hundreds of people... hundreds. Many lives in danger, to be thrufull. The people all trying to make it towards something, a blue light flickering in the distance of the plane. Her hands tightened nervously on the peice of plastic, and she looked at it. As everyone put it on, she flung it back. And you could see, people confused and nerve racked by a plastic mask flying back, of course, when you're this wrecked, even a fly could set you down to hell.
They thought she was out of her mind, you could see the looks on their faces. Perposturiose, but she knew what she senced was correct. If only that could really help. She waited, 3, 2, 1 and there were people running from the controll room, calling out to everyone. "Take your masks off everyone! Come over this way! Fallow the blue light..." Fallow the blue light, she was the first person up, though being about the farthest person from the blue light was a trail of bad luck, and that trail was about to spiral. She dead fast on her feet, bounding over ground like her life depended on it. Oh wait.. did it?
Her feet thumped against the floor, the blue light seaming to get brighter as she got closer. Though the people were up, she didn't seam to notice the swift movments. They all made their way towards the man, the ones who's voice bellowed at the fritter of the planes walls "Quickly, quickly!" His words ringing out like a drum beat to this hectic music. A grimance formed onto her face, heart thightening as she bounded towards the man. Eyes blurring her vision, even as she got closer to him. Another veil fell into her mind, another vision, people tugging at their luggage, leading a small way for her, just with some things to duce over. This was almost fun, but of course.. why would she be stupid enough to think that?
And, as the vision has shown, it happened. She jumped over black packs, backpacks, luggage of many ridicule colors, even the sillest looking little bags.. what was up with these Americans? She was actually, almost, tempted in 'accidently' Smashing her foot against one of the bags and seeing what she got out of the situation. Though this wasn't the best time, considering the risk of her life at this time. Anything was a go in this moment. A wall could cave out, and break, sending millions to a perallis fall, or the engines stop compleatly and there to a dead end towards nothing but down. Though the plane seamed to be doing alright, for this percatiose secound atleast.
The blue light, she was reaching it steadily, untill only a few people stood in her way. Not a few people, rather.. a full out crowd. They all made their way towards the man who was still hollering "Quickly! Quickly!" And the blue light above his head, a little back, behind his fazing form. She did as she was loudly told to do, running through the merdactiose mob, even though she felt her legs swell with pain, along with the cringing that came every so often from being bumped, hit, wacked, kicked, the sort. It wasn't too much of a relativly long path, from her to the blue light, rather that the things in her way must has been experts at being in your way.. though that's not why they were there. Because she wasn't the only one escaping for the only thing they knew as hope, the man was their signal, and she knew she needed to make it to that signal.
She could admit, running through this crowd wasn't one of the easiset things she had done, but when something depends on your life, and you're a teenage girl well onto making your life last, however precatiose, it may be in your best interest aswell to go as if nothing had happened,wile you were being bangared. She grouned, head pounding, legs in it's fallow, as if her whole body was trying to send distress signals. Oh boy, even before she got to highschool in dear old America, she was about to kill herself. And if she didn't, this plane mite just do the deed for her. All the flashes of light, all the noises she herd, they shouldn't have effected her as much as they did. She staggered wryly, trying to escape a vision as it came at her mind. Not now, just.. not now.
She was falling again, falling faster and faster in a distraut silence, wind popping against her flesh. Her eyes opened fast though, everything around her as she looked up seamed dark and without a meanining as she stared at the plane she was quickly dropping, away from, leaving without a trace to where she was going. The blue in the sky, and the green below, all wraping around her, chocking her out of breath as she fell, clouds wraping around her body like aniconda's to their prey. But she couldn't move, everything was numb.. was there really a point to this?
"Quickly!" Finally, contiosness came more or so back to her with the blind furry of movment. Almost there, she grabbed for the air, beside the man infront of the blue light and listened to his voice, now clear, without the buzz of everything, though everyone was moving. Then she was it, or rather, them. The people near the back, passing out parachutes, they made like a chain, passing the items foreward in split secounds, handling one to every person that got to the man. This wasn't no easy line, this depended on life, and the people seamed able to risk life and limb for it. Though no life of theirs.
Her glory was short lived, very short lived.. All of this for nothing. Nothing.. but air and blood to light the fire. A man stood infront of her, and pulled the parachute to her hands, and as she grabbed for the cool fabric that was the key to her life, she fell. Out was a way to belive, the door to the mans side, it was open already, and as she fell she grabbed out for that parachute. Just once more. And that's how it happened. Her eyes closed tightly, throut in a rasp, heart pounding against her ears and then... silence, nothing but silence, a peacefull sort of mellow, sad silence.
"If sick of trying, why not just
stop?"
"If sick of someone, why not just go kill them... because you
can't!"
"Life wouldn't have a meaning if not for the terrible things that
happen."
". . . You know, I bet it's things like that, we still have murderers."
"Well without a meaning there would be no life for these terrible things to occur."
". . .I wish more people would see that before they kill themselves. I want another chance and I don't even like
life."
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