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While Zarra recalled the wonderful memories that brought her to where she was today, another zafara who was down on his luck was making his way to the Roo Island Merry-Go-Round.
“Phew,” he said as he wiped his paw over his sweat covered forehead. “Lost them.”
He was a rugged looking, Green zafara who appeared like he had made a vow against ever taking a bath again in his entire life. His green fur was littered with loose leaves, dirt, and other materials that had managed to get themselves caught up within the many knots and oily bands that covered his body.
Turning his head from out of the tree he was hiding behind, the grungy Zafara looked to see if his pursuers had gained any ground upon him or were anywhere too close for comfort.
Realizing that those who were in pursuit of him were no where to be seen, he allowed himself to slide against the back of the tree and breathe a sigh of relief.
“Finally,” he said. “I thought I’d never lose them.”
***
At the same time as the unkempt, Green zafara had taken a rest upon the tree, Zarra and Caldma had made their way to the Roo Island Merry-Go-Round, which was right by the tree that the disheveled zafara had taken refuge.
“Zaff-Zaff!” cried Caldma as his eyes caught notice of the green zafara leaning up against the tree.
Zarra looked in the direction her young cousin was pointing and quickly noticed the rugged, Green Zafara slumped up against the tree. His expression showed signs of nothing short of exhaustion and misery. Since she had just been recalling her prior circumstances, she couldn’t help but want to go up to the lonely zafara to see if there was anything she could do to help him.
The dirty, Green zafara had almost fallen asleep when his ears caught notice of The sound of footsteps drawing closer to him.
“Wait!” he exclaimed as he leapt to his feet and backed himself against the tree. “I can explain!”
The panicked actions of the zafara scared little Caldma, which caused him to bury himself firmly against Zarra’s chest for safety.
The royal zafara rubbed upon her baby cousin’s back and said, “There, there.”
The rugged zafara quickly went from feeling defensive to feeling terrible for how he had just scared a little baby.
“I’m so sorry,” he said apologetically. He then gazed toward the one who was holding the frightened child and beheld the most beautiful face he had ever seen in his entire life.
“Are you okay?” Zarra asked in as calm a voice she could muster. She was annoyed that the dirty, Green zafara had scared little Caldma. However, she didn’t want to make matters worse by coming off angry and rude.
“Yeah,” he replied nervously before letting out a cough.
“Are you sick?” she inquired with concern as she took a few steps away from the ill-sounding zafara.
“I’m…“ he tried to say before breaking out into a series of coughs. “I’m okay.”
“You don’t sound okay,” she said. “How long have you lived out here?”
The male zafara was embarrassed by the question. He didn’t want to admit that he had been on the run from the Neopian Pound for the past several weeks. Furthermore, he really didn’t want to share with her about how he hadn’t had a good meal in almost as long and had been gradually feeling worse from whatever was ailing him since he made his escape.
“Look,” she said. “You don’t need to feel embarrassed.” She then stopped upon realizing that she had no clue as to what his name was. So, after a brief pause, she extended out her paw and said, “I’m Zarra.”
The male zafara couldn’t believe the beautiful royal before him was actually gesturing for him to shake her golden, yellow hand.
“I’m Deathblade Blackfire,” he stated while gently taking hold of her hand. “But, honestly, I would prefer it if you just called me DB.”
Zarra was a bit repulsed by how icky DB’s hand felt. However, she couldn’t help but feel empathy for his situation. After all, it wasn’t all that long ago that she used to live off the streets. For her, it was like her chance to give back and show empathy where she knew others simply would not.
“Well,” she said before taking her hand back and repositioning the Baby Scorchio in her arms. “If you don’t mind spending some time with a baby, I would definitely welcome your company.”
DB couldn’t believe what he was hearing. No one had ever given him a chance like this before. Heck, that was the reason he ran out on the Neopian Pound. He had grown so tired of nobody offering a cure for his ailment and all the apathy he felt on the streets of Neopia Central that he knew that, if he was going to pass away, he might as well do it on the road and not by taking insults on the streets.
“I’d be delighted,” he replied in as kind a tone as he could. Unfortunately, his coughing spell resumed and killed the moment for him.
Not one to shy away from her mission of kindness, Zarra nodded and said, “Well then, DB, how’s about you follow me to the restrooms over there first. After I get this little guy changed, we’ll see about getting you something to eat.”
“Sounds good,” he said with a nod. “I promise to be good company.”
aricubWhile Zarra recalled the wonderful memories that brought her to where she was today, another zafara who was down on his luck was making his way to the Roo Island Merry-Go-Round.
“Phew,” he said as he wiped his paw over his sweat covered forehead. “Lost them.”
He was a rugged looking, Green zafara who appeared like he had made a vow against ever taking a bath again in his entire life. His green fur was littered with loose leaves, dirt, and other materials that had managed to get themselves caught up within the many knots and oily bands that covered his body.
Turning his head from out of the tree he was hiding behind, the grungy Zafara looked to see if his pursuers had gained any ground upon him or were anywhere too close for comfort.
Realizing that those who were in pursuit of him were no where to be seen, he allowed himself to slide against the back of the tree and breathe a sigh of relief.
“Finally,” he said. “I thought I’d never lose them.”
***
At the same time as the unkempt, Green zafara had taken a rest upon the tree, Zarra and Caldma had made their way to the Roo Island Merry-Go-Round, which was right by the tree that the disheveled zafara had taken refuge.
“Zaff-Zaff!” cried Caldma as his eyes caught notice of the green zafara leaning up against the tree.
Zarra looked in the direction her young cousin was pointing and quickly noticed the rugged, Green Zafara slumped up against the tree. His expression showed signs of nothing short of exhaustion and misery. Since she had just been recalling her prior circumstances, she couldn’t help but want to go up to the lonely zafara to see if there was anything she could do to help him.
The dirty, Green zafara had almost fallen asleep when his ears caught notice of The sound of footsteps drawing closer to him.
“Wait!” he exclaimed as he leapt to his feet and backed himself against the tree. “I can explain!”
The panicked actions of the zafara scared little Caldma, which caused him to bury himself firmly against Zarra’s chest for safety.
The royal zafara rubbed upon her baby cousin’s back and said, “There, there.”
The rugged zafara quickly went from feeling defensive to feeling terrible for how he had just scared a little baby.
“I’m so sorry,” he said apologetically. He then gazed toward the one who was holding the frightened child and beheld the most beautiful face he had ever seen in his entire life.
“Are you okay?” Zarra asked in as calm a voice she could muster. She was annoyed that the dirty, Green zafara had scared little Caldma. However, she didn’t want to make matters worse by coming off angry and rude.
“Yeah,” he replied nervously before letting out a cough.
“Are you sick?” she inquired with concern as she took a few steps away from the ill-sounding zafara.
“I’m…“ he tried to say before breaking out into a series of coughs. “I’m okay.”
“You don’t sound okay,” she said. “How long have you lived out here?”
The male zafara was embarrassed by the question. He didn’t want to admit that he had been on the run from the Neopian Pound for the past several weeks. Furthermore, he really didn’t want to share with her about how he hadn’t had a good meal in almost as long and had been gradually feeling worse from whatever was ailing him since he made his escape.
“Look,” she said. “You don’t need to feel embarrassed.” She then stopped upon realizing that she had no clue as to what his name was. So, after a brief pause, she extended out her paw and said, “I’m Zarra.”
The male zafara couldn’t believe the beautiful royal before him was actually gesturing for him to shake her golden, yellow hand.
“I’m Deathblade Blackfire,” he stated while gently taking hold of her hand. “But, honestly, I would prefer it if you just called me DB.”
Zarra was a bit repulsed by how icky DB’s hand felt. However, she couldn’t help but feel empathy for his situation. After all, it wasn’t all that long ago that she used to live off the streets. For her, it was like her chance to give back and show empathy where she knew others simply would not.
“Well,” she said before taking her hand back and repositioning the Baby Scorchio in her arms. “If you don’t mind spending some time with a baby, I would definitely welcome your company.”
DB couldn’t believe what he was hearing. No one had ever given him a chance like this before. Heck, that was the reason he ran out on the Neopian Pound. He had grown so tired of nobody offering a cure for his ailment and all the apathy he felt on the streets of Neopia Central that he knew that, if he was going to pass away, he might as well do it on the road and not by taking insults on the streets.
“I’d be delighted,” he replied in as kind a tone as he could. Unfortunately, his coughing spell resumed and killed the moment for him.
Not one to shy away from her mission of kindness, Zarra nodded and said, “Well then, DB, how’s about you follow me to the restrooms over there first. After I get this little guy changed, we’ll see about getting you something to eat.”
“Sounds good,” he said with a nod. “I promise to be good company.”
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