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Post by Nightshadë on Mar 4, 2010 20:51:14 GMT -5
Kyle stood at the top of the ledge, the wind pouring over his body. His wings tested himself as he leaned over the edge. He could see the long way down, slightly spooking him. He could feel a crack in the rock below his foot. It gave. Quickly his body toppled over the edge. His wings spread out and he puched off with what he had left on the ground. He fell a few yards then the wind caught his wings. He soared a bit, his wings never moving then gave a small flap and he rose. He howled into the winds, it carried the sound to nothing. He laughed out loud, the wind blowing his fur around through the wind. His almost weighless wings pulled him up again and he closed his eyes. The sound of the wind pulling through his ears an dmaking a static sound.
He could feel gravity pulling his legs down. He pulled his head up, wings still flapping rythmically. He let himself glide and slowly drifted back to the ground, his landing wasn't perfect and he tripped and ended up have to roll, wings tucked in.
He shook himself out once he was capable of standing. He looked around, he was about fifteen miles from the place he had jumped/fallen from. He pulled his head back again and howled then sprinted back to the cliff. This time to just sit and watch the world around him.
Rather then climbing the steep ledge he saved time and flew to the top, taking long strides then giving a hard bound and flapping his wings hard enough to catch his weigh before he fell to earth again.
His landing was much smoother once he hit the top of the cliff, slowly making his way to the edge, he sat and let the warm wind blow over his frame, he shifted. His cloths automatically on him, it was a spell and a trick he learned. He smiled, he had learned alot more things with the pack then most loners would learn in a life time, so many minds working together made him a 50 year old shifter in a 17 year old body, he laughed for the hell of it, he was alone.
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Kyle Arizona Raylen
HSM :: Breaking Free
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Post by kaitlyn on Mar 6, 2010 6:31:03 GMT -5
]Kaitlyn caught the traces of a faint laugh on the wind as she was walking to the ledge.
Odd. She was normally the only person here. Cactus ledge was not normally a hotspot for people.
That's why she liked it.
Her feline form padded over a rocky pass until she caught sight of a boy standing at the lip of the crumbling cliff. He obviously thought he was alone, and his light shone the clear bright blue of someone who had forgotten their troubles, or at least temporarily.
He was also a shifter.
Kaitlyn had only met one other shifter, but she could tell by their light by the way it was simillar to their animal equivilant. This boy's light held traces of the North wind, so he was a wolf, but it also felt like a bird's, full of clouds and sunlight.
She shifted into a human and asked, 'What do you shift into?' She knew it was blunt, but she didn't care. Hey, she was curious. She almost immediately asked another question, suspicious nature shining through. 'You're new around here. Who are you?'
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Post by Nightshadë on Mar 6, 2010 12:20:25 GMT -5
Kyle spooked, he had been so into his little world around him to see the person. He shifted without warning. His hackles raised and his fangs showed in a snarl that left when he saw it was another shifter. He was still trembling, which made him a little to angry to shift back. He sat down. His wings left thir pose to tuck into thier normal position of tightly held at his sides. He looked at the other shifter, eyes burning.
I'm a winged wolf, and yeah I'm new here. I came from further up north, from a pack of wolves. Ask me about them and you'll regret it.
He growled, his front paws close together, touching and his back legs further apart, his wings gave a beat and his canines showed, barely. He lowered his head enough and then made sure he could catch himself if he had to throw himself over the cliff. He could tell the shifter was feline, but weither ot was a big cat, or a house cat was unknown, he hated cats...
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Kyle Arizona Raylen
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Post by kaitlyn on Mar 6, 2010 12:37:30 GMT -5
Prat.
'Don't mess with me, wolfy' she said in a low voice. 'You don't know what you are getting into. If you want me to leave you to your sentimental little reverie, then fine. But I have my own buisness here.' She felt herself get angry, then forced herself to calm down. When she had got her feelings under control and her mental barriers back up, she shifted, and braced herself if the confrontation got nasty. She could tell the shifter was in a fearsome mood;he wasn't adept at disguising his emotions,so she ruffled up the fur on her neck, and sunk her claws into the ground. Pray Starclan he wasn't good at fighting, or he was going to be at a serious advantage, she had been out swimming earlier, and she was tired.
Plus, she couldn't fly.
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Post by Nightshadë on Mar 6, 2010 13:18:29 GMT -5
Kyle growled, a low menacing sound, his eyes shifted torwards the cliff. Should he jump? No no no.. not yet. He shook himself out.
No need for a damn war. Relax, I just wanted to see what you yourself shifted into and plus you spooked me.. It was only instinced for me to get defensive.
Kyle raised his head and shook his pelt, the rough sand grain fell from his pelt and he watched them fly into the wind. He snorted and then sat down, he didn't care what the cat did, he had been alpha of a pack, and he didn't get that far on good looks, he had to fight for it. So whatever that cat did, he could do better.
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