
"Honey, we have something... That we have to say."
Dad's voice was always a comfort, and he always meant well, so I put
on my most radiant smile and walked to greet my parents.
"Yes?" I asked in my sweetest, most innocent tone.
They shifted uncomfortably, casting each other nervous glances before
mum spoke up. Whatever she had to say, I wouldn't like it.
"Well, we were talking to... A friend of ours... And we found out..."
She was struggling already. I gently pressed her on.
"Yes?"
My innocent tone. It sickens me.
"Our... Friend. He's a doctor... A special kind of doctor, and it turns
out that you're... Not like the rest of us." she said haltingly. I wasn't
sure I'd heard her correctly.
"What your mother means to say is that you have a... Condition. It's
nothing to worry about, and there are some special people who can
help you." Dad cut in, and my expression fell. What if they sent me
away? Then they'd give me medicine I don't need and if I cried they'd
think I'm crazy and they'd hurt me or lock me up. I didn't want this,
but how could I refuse them?
I was running. I could barely remember a thing, but for me to run like
this, it had to be pretty bad, so I put all my effort into maintaining my
pace. I leaped over a small stream, and I quite literally hit the ground
running. Only then did it occur to me to look back. I did so, only to see
the pair who had turned my life upside down and into a living hell.
Determined to keep my close-to-normal life, I growled and turned
back to keep running. They'd never catch me.
I dodged a tree, almost losing my hat in the process. I powered on,
ignoring their 'reassuring' words. Lies. They were all lies, and I didn't
care for them, never would. I tripped over a rock, opening my
mouth, although no sound came out. They caught up with me, and I only
just managed to escape their evil grasp. They didn't care. Everything
they said were lies. They wanted a normal child, a child who goes
out with his friends and isn't afraid to get into trouble every now again.
Well, I'd show them trouble. But first I'd have to escape from them...
I was running? Confused, I skidded to a halt and turned around to see my now exhausted parents on my tail. In a split second, I decided my running was for the best. After all, they'd wanted to send me away to a 'special doctor'. I sighed and turned back to continue running, when I stopped rigid.
"Az," they'd said. I never wanted to hear them say my name again. Why couldn't they just love me as I am?
"I'm sorry." I said.
I'd stopped, and they were gaining on me.
"Az!" they called desperately. I shook my head. There was nothing wrong with me. Other than, of course, the memory loss, but that wasn't a huge problem.
I ran again, urging my aching muscles to full speed. When I was sure they couldn't see me, I darted left and, hopefully, to freedom. Freedom from my own parents.
I have no idea how, but I'd managed to evade mum and dad. I slumped down in the hollow of an old tree and I instantly felt all my muscles relax.
Sleep didn't come easy. When it did, however, I dreamed of my new life, just me, myself and I.
meet the wolf
name This plumerian is called Az Fiday-Vilks (Essentially meaning 'Oblivion Wolf'), but goes by Az (Ahzz), a simple two-lettered word which is actually an insight to his persona. Some say that the first letter, being 'A', represents his first personality, the angel and what most see as the most important. The final letter, the 'Z', is said to represent the end, even death itself, being Az's second personality. All is not how it seems, however.
gender Az is physically male, although one of his personalities is female.don't know other personality exists | change personalities without warning | don't remember other personality's activities | have multiple personality disorder | collect hats
so-called angel | sweet | indecisive
nerdy | dreamy
The female of the two personalities,
(Supposedly the 'A') the seemingly
angelic side appears, at a first
glance, to be sweet, nerdy and very,
very dreamy. She, however, is the
kind of plumerian who bottles up all
of her feelings because she's afraid
that she'll be widely disliked for
freely expressing her own opinions
and thoughts. But every plumerian
has a breaking point, and when she
snaps, all the emotions which have
been expertly buried for so long
explode to the surface, and she
usually runs at these times for fear
of hurting someone. In her spare
time, she captures fireflies in jars:
one for each time she's been hurt.
She stores them away and only goes
back to set them free.
self-proclaimed devil | betraying
violent | lonely | attention-seeking
The second of Az's personalities, the
'Z', seems to be a mindless beast at
first sight. Secretly, though, this
personality has major trouble
in social situations due to being
selective mute, so the 'evil' was an
act he put on to be noticed and it
worked. He can't stop this act,
though, as the act soon turned into a
habit, and then obsession with this
attention, and he finds it difficult to
refrain from baring his teeth at
everyone he passes. Even the
highest-rated therapists and
antipsychotics haven't been
able to help him. Usually, he is seen
as 'silently deadly', rarely opening
his mouth except to bear his teeth or
growl at people.
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feathers
You may notice that some of Az's feathers are blue. This is because they aren't his natural feathers; he found them on his first day alone and decided to keep them. He's had them ever since, and calls them "Jeffrey" and "Paula".
hats
Az, as you know, collects hats. This began with his second personality, but was picked up on by his first. He is very rarely seen without a hat, and his favourite is a plain black bowler hat, which he wears far more often than his other hats. He named this hat Shan.
quirks
Az names everything. He sometimes doesn't even realise he's doing it, but he always names anything new, including non-physical things like days and months.
He also subconsciously counts everything without realizing it. You can ask him, for instance, how many trees you passed on that journey, and he'd give you an exact number.
likesTalking
Quiet
Getting her own way
Sleeping
Plants
Praise
Cookies
Silence
Solitude
The dark
Attention
Books
Working
Having something to do
dislikesDisappointment
Social situations
The cold
The dark
Hunger
Disturbances
Complete peace
Loud noises
Extreme temperatures
Being ignored
Unintelligent people
Having to do something
Trusted aquaintences
Tiredness
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