Flora's P.O.V.

I sighed placing my chin in the palm of my hand, I kept a lazy eye and ear on my mother who was again droning on and on, and again it was about me, my behavior, my personality, my hobbies, my clothes, my everything. "Now, now, Jenna, I think she's had enough" my father, Mako, a tall chocolate brown and tan wolf with kind green eyes and a handsome face. He was kind and gentle and cared very much for others. Jenna, my mother, a firey red and white husky, she was slender and lovely, delicate as a flower, with the personality of a snake. "Yeah, Mom" I quipped "I've had enough" I stood, smoothing down my jeans and tank top and striding out, making sure to kick some dirt off of my shoes to leave on the fine marble floors. "Florinda Olivia Skyrunner, you had better change into something decent and I mean NOW!" she howled at me, I waved a dismissive hand "don't count on it" I called back to her and went into my room. You think I'd be grateful, I had such a lavish life, a huge spacious house, in an English mansion, a huge courtyard and garden, all the designer clothes I could ask for and money and jewels, yet it was miserable here, my mother was terrible, maybe if she wasn't here I'd be happy, with my father and sisters, but she was and I wasn't. I sighed placing my hands on my hips, it was time, I was leaving, tonight.

I through tgether a quick change of clothes, some cash, a golden bejeweled locket and an air foil(birthday gifts from my father, he'd been a fantastic cloud surfer, he gave me lessons when Mom was out doing whatever it was she did) and put it all in a backpack and hid it under my bed. The dinner bell rang and I ran out the door sliding down the banister of the winding staircase. "Hey, Talula, s'up Lani?" I said as I slid past them, Talula, being only thirteen cheered me on and gave an exclaimed "Go, Flo, Flo!" and Lani, being nineteen, gave me scolded "Florinda!" I stuck my tongue out at her. As soon as we reached the bottom I grabbed Talula's hand and hooked my arm with Lani's and we strolled into the dining hall, Mom's firey green orbs zeroed in on me instantly. I must've looked pretty plain in her eyes both of my sisters had on beautuiful evening gowns. "Talula, she looked so much like father, she had the same chocolate brown and tan fur, long straight hair, the only difference were her soft olive green eyes, she looked just as charming as she was. My older sister, was a spitting image of mother, save for her lovely blue eyes, her hair also flowed down long and straight, almost to her waist, it was so long. She responsiable, caring, she watched over us carefully and (like father) made sure Mother was kept at bay and that my punishments were fair and just. I was slim and curved in the right places, my fur was father's chocolate brown and mother's ivory white, my hair was darker still and wavy, flowing to about mid back, maybe a little further, my eyes were lovely light green with darker green pupils, everyone said I was beautiful, mother said I was plain, but that's just the way I was and I didn't plan on changing anytime soon.

I sat at the table, and met mother's glare with one of my own. "Florinda, I told you-!"

"I told you not to count on it and stop calling me Florinda!" I growled stabbing a fork into my salad "You look pretty Flo" Talula chirped trying to ease the obvious tension. I chuckled as mother scoffed "Thanks Lulu, you look most elegant this evening" making my voice sound deeper and a little more sophisticated than usual, she laughed a tinkling laugh, Lani giggled, and father was chuckling good naturedly. "Stop it, stop al of you!" mother growled standing "Florinda, have you really no better sense than that?" she snapped, I leaned back in my chair folding my arms across my chest, a smirk present on my face. "You're really going to let me decde?" I chuckled "I guess there is a first time for everything."

"Florinda!"

I raised my hand, smirk fading "whatever, I've got better things to do than sit in your judgemental precense" I stood, hugged my father kissed his cheek "I love you father" I cooed sweetly, he patted my arm and kissed my cheek "and I you my little Flower" he cooed. I repeated these actions with my sisters and glared daggers into my mother before leaving the room and heading up the staircase for the last time. As soon as everyone was asleep I left a note to my father and sisters, grabbed my bag and jumped from balacany (with a rope of course, I'm not that reckless) and ran through the streets of England.

***Two years later***

I really wish I would think my plans through before I act on them. I sat in the passanger seat of a plane, my backpack slumped at my feet, looking out the window. My plan had been to steal the plane, but given that I was a little in over my head seeing the pilot's weapons, I decided that I'd just enjoy the ride to Cape Suzette in peace, who knows, maybe a change in scenery would be good for me. Suddenly the plane lurched sending me face first into the window and any stray items heading my way, then I heard something pelting the plain so hard and fast, it sounded like rain, but given the cracks in the plane's windsheild, I guessed otherwise. "What's going on pilot?" I asked sounding more annoyed than panicked, I'd lived on the streets for two years, panicking wasn't my style anymore. "Air pirates!" he exclaimed in a panicked mannor, oh joy, thta's all i needed, a bunch of half witted ruffians. I pulled my backpack onto my shoulders, pulling out my airfoil and rope, once it was securely tied down, I jumped out the back. Ah, it was good to cloud surf again, I hadn't done it so long.

I quickly took notice of all the fighter planes. 'Hmm, whatto do, what to do?' holding fast to the rope, I shifted my wait and came up beside one of the many planes, a mountian of a man was seated inside it. "Hey stranger" I greeted and quickly added "don't shoot, I'm here to negotiate." I held my hand out to him "Name's Flora, who're you?"

"Dumptruck" he said giving my hand a really hard squeeze, I winced as he released me. "Nice to meet you, what're you boys after?" He looked at me like I was stupid "treasure, vhat else?" he asked in his thick accent. "Um, dude, there is no treasure on that plane" I held my hand across my heart "I promise, the only thing keeping me from jumping out of it is the fact that I don't feel like swimming to Cape Suzette."

"Then, vou can come with us!" I gave him a confused look, then I felt sharp pain in the back of my head, my world went black.

I woke slowly, my head was killing me! I wearily opened my eyes and looked around, the room was dark and empty, but from what I could tell, it was about standard size. The walls and floors were made of some kind of metal, steel I think, once I adjusted a bit more I realized I was on a cot, not the most comfortable, but at least it wasn’t the floor, there was also a door at the far wall, but no windows. One obvious question came to mind as I slowly stretched my stiff limbs and sat up. Where was I? No sooner had the thought crossed my mind did the Terror of the Skies himself, Don Karnage strut into the room, looking quite confident. His dark eyes landed on me and he smirked “ah, so the little lady decided to be waking up, yes-no?” he asked in an extremely thick accent, where the heck was this guy from. “Karnage…?” I asked why was he here. Oh, I had a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.

 “Ah, so you know of me, but I, I do not know of you. Who are you?” I suppressed a growl, how dare he demand anything of me, he was the one that kidnapped me after all. “None of your business!” I snapped angrily as I stood “who do you think you are? You think you can just have your lackeys kidnap me, throw me in a room, and expect me to be ok with it? News flash, that’s not how it works with me, I don’t care who you are!” I had by now advanced so close we were practically nose-to-nose, my green eyes flashing with anger, my fists clenched, tail thrashing angrily from side to side. He registered me with surprise first, then anger. “Who-Who am I? You are stupid to be asking, I am Don Karnage, and I can do whatever I want!” He drew his sword and pressed it to my throat “now, I asked who are you?” I folded my arms across my chest, still glaring, but with a blade at my throat, I didn’t have many options. “Flora” I muttered letting my gaze hit the floor.

“See, now was that being so hard?” he asked pulling his sword away from my neck “Could’ve killed me” I muttered darkly, the tip of his blade touched my chin, I glanced at it cautiously, and slowly lifted my head to look at him again.  “Maybe, maybe not, but you are now being a member of my crew. I am your captain and you will do as I say” he said as he circled me tightly, the blade was once again at my throat, he stopped behind me. “Understand?” his voice was softer, but full of menace, aside from that it was like right at my ear, I clenched my fists and fought the urge to jump. “Yes… Sir.” I said slowly, I hated this wolf instantly, my feelings have yet to have changed. In that moment I had practically become one of his lackeys, but I’d enjoy that title and duty over the one I got later.

***Several Months Later***

Being a pirate isn’t that