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This one is so cute :3!

Ahh, they're both adorable!! Have fun with them <3

Username: DoorKarmaQueen
Name: Dalt
Shadow Name: Cylo
What's up with his affinity for birds?
Well, *cough*’Murica.*Cough*
Just kidding, he’s always liked birds because of their ability of flight. Ever since Dalt was a little trouble maker, now he’s simply a big trouble maker, he’s always wanted to see the world from above, see people turn into ants speckling the sidewalks as he goes up, but he’d rather be in a heli than a plane. He’d wanna take his time instead of not being able to stop and hover around. His favorite bird is any type of eagle and the smallest of hummingbirds. But he doesn’t tell anyone about his soft spot for the tiny ones. He hides a couple of their feeders in the trees for them tho

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What's up with his affinity for birds?

res with vultures and knowing what it's like to scavenge to survive

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xxxxxMelvin grew up in Death Valley, California, in a little house far outside of civilization as we know it. His mama taught him to be kind to everyone and everything, big and small, and he took this to heart. Though there weren’t many travelers around to help, there was many a time he saved a little animal from certain demise, and this particular Wednesday was no different.

xxxxxHe’d found a baby bird on the ground at the base of a tall cactus, the nest being high above at the very top. The bird seemed okay, save for a small scratch on its beak, and Melvin knew if he just left it on the ground surely it’d become prey. So he did the only thing he could do - he put the little bird in his holster, shifting it to his back, and he climbed up the cactus and put the bird back in its nest. He didn’t think a thing of it, as he’d done the same before and knew he probably would again.

xxxxxBirds, though, have an affinity for remembering things - and the chick certainly did.

xxxxxNo more than three months after this, Melvin started to notice a juvenile eagle nearby no matter where he went. He’d never really paid close attention to life in the desert before, aside from of course what he had to, like snakes, or when he was rescuing them - but this was different. He started taking field notes of the eagle, describing what it looked like, keeping track of every time he saw it. Sometimes it even seemed like it was calling to him, or at the very least talking about him. He became interested in this particular eagle, and began to research eagle behavior. He hadn’t made much progress though, when he heard the eagle.... right outside his window. Slowly, curiously, he approached the window - but every time he got close, the eagle backed up, screeching a bit quieter. If he backed up, though, the eagle hopped back up to the window, and became even louder. Melvin decided to go outside to investigate.

xxxxxAs soon as he did, though, and much to his surprise, a powerful earthquake struck, destroying his home, crumbling an entire mountain and causing quite the dust storm. He stayed on the ground as the wind, sand and bits of rock whipped around him, until eventually, he judged it must’ve been at least 15 minutes, it came to a stop. When Melvin looked up, the eagle was still there, staring at him. Somehow he knew it had saved his life - but why, he didn’t know. Its head was tilted, its brows furrowed and its beak partially open - he could only describe it as though the bird was curious about him, if birds could express that, he thought. The bird made its way over to him slowly, sticking its head out farther than its body, until its beak was a few inches from his face.



xxxxxMelvin didn’t move, he breathed slowly, he was taking in the detail of the creature, from the feathers on its body to the scales on its feet - and then he noticed the scratch on its beak, and his breath hitched. It was the same bird he’d rescued a few months back. The eagle, seemingly satisfied with its own findings, relaxed its posture - and nipped his nose. It wasn’t full force, that was for sure, but it sure HURT, and with an exclamation Melvin shot up, holding his nose with his hand. The eagle hopped back, but only for a second. It came up to him again, this time more confidently, and - to Melvin’s relief more gently - grabbed his finger with its beak, and pulled. Almost like it was trying to lead him somewhere. He stood up, slowly, and the eagle hopped up onto his shoulder as if it was instinct. For a night, he followed the eagle’s direction, which was a mix between it flying or hopping in front of him, or just pointing its head in the direction it wanted him to go, almost like a compass, he thought. He stopped in the morning, as that was when it gets the hottest in the desert, found a rock to sleep behind for shade, and soon fell asleep.

xxxxxWhen he woke up a few hours later, he realized he was in the middle of the desert, and the eagle was, for once, nowhere in sight. Melvin was frustrated and confused - he nearly thought it had left him until a fish dropped out of the sky in front of him, and he realized the eagle had brought him food. He cooked the fish, splitting it with the eagle, and watched with curiosity as it ate. At one point he tried to ‘communicate’ with it, making soft simulated ‘chirps’, and the eagle responded with the same pitch.

xxxxxThe two resumed their journey that night, until they came upon a small town. Melvin had no idea why the eagle had led him here, of all places - he’d never left the desert before, but he had to admit it was a nice place. He decided to try to find a place to stay for the night - he knew he didn’t have enough money with him so he figured the best place to ask would be a small gas station nearby. He went in and asked the attendant if there were any cheap hotels. The attendant though wasn’t very helpful, and Melvin left the building a bit discouraged.

xxxxxHe sat down outside, looking to the eagle - which he’d now named Justice - for direction, but even Justice seemed a bit lost now. A few customers came and went from the gas station, but nobody else was willing to offer him a place to stay, either - that is, until one man came along. He looked a bit scruffy himself, but Justice seemed to trust the guy, so Melvin decided to trust him as well. The man, who introduced himself as Vinny, called someone on his phone, and soon enough a couple other guys showed up with a car. Melvin found this a bit odd, but he knew at this point he didn’t really have any other choice, and Justice strangely didn’t seem fazed by any of this either, so Melvin chose to go with them.

xxxxxThe building they lived in looked like an old apartment building; it was run down, and had more broken things than it did working ones. Melvin didn’t really mind though; after all, it was cozy, and the guys there seemed to interact almost like a family. They were all welcoming, and nobody even questioned why he had a pet eagle. Over the course of the next week, Melvin began to overhear the group talking about him, mentioning some sort of initiation ceremony. He didn’t think a whole lot of it; he’d gotten to know the members of the group and he trusted them enough, and Justice seemed to as well - animals were the best judge of character, after all.

xxxxxOn the next Monday, the group took him downtown. They were in LA now - and Melvin had to admit it was a bit out of his comfort zone to be in a place with so many people, but at the same time he was excited to have more people he could help. As it turned out, the group thought the same way - though they were known around the city as a gang, Melvin learned that for the most part they were just a group of misfits traveling around and trying to do good, and he and Justice fit in well. Justice was particularly good at retrieving stolen items - or even just scaring the thieves into dropping them. Melvin and the group always rewarded him with all the fish he could eat.

xxxxxIt was a good life, and for once since Melvin had lost his mother, he felt at home again. The gang took care of him; they all looked out for each other, and it seemed like the whole city appreciated them. Melvin soon learned though, it wasn’t all easy.

xxxxxThe gang had plenty of rivals, most of them lawbreakers with no regard for others’ well being, and soon got into a fight over their territory, the area downtown that they tried to protect from criminals. Melvin still had his gun with him from when he used it to hunt in the desert - but he couldn’t bring himself to use it, even though he knew the rival gang had no problems using theirs. The fight didn’t go well for the group, and they returned to the apartment building beaten and with broken spirits. Justice, though, wasn’t taking any of this and kept screeching at them. Melvin watched as the guys kept trying to explain that they couldn’t do anything without breaking their code of no harm, until Justice eventually flew out a window and left. Melvin was heartbroken, unsure if he’d ever see his friend again, but deep down he knew he had to let him go.

xxxxxA few months later, not much had changed. The small gang of do-gooders hadn’t been able to regain their territory through peaceful means, and were unwilling to cause any harm even if the citizens would benefit in the long run. Morale was dropping by the day, and even the police couldn’t seem to run the other gang out of downtown. Melvin and the group were losing hope, that is, until Justice came back, the feathers on his head and tail now as bright white as ever, with a flock of other eagles, Melvin counted up to 35 before he lost track. His heart raced, he was shocked and overjoyed that Justice had returned, and he ran outside to greet him. The flock didn’t stop at their apartment, though. They were headed downtown. Melvin, with a new sense of pride, rallied the group and got them to follow the eagles.

xxxxxAs soon as they got to their old territory, and much to everyone’s amusement, the eagles began to dive-bomb the members of the rival gang. It proved effective, and the retreat was rather quick - Justice’s flock had managed to run them out completely. Even the police were impressed, and awarded Justice - and Melvin - with a medal of valor, and of course plenty of fish for Justice and his flock.

xxxxxEver since then, the gang and the flock of eagles have been inseparable, protecting the city and its citizens - both big and small.

Username: Nedbit
Number: #2
Name: Cecilia
Gender: Female
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Username: Endlessechoes
Number: #1
Name: Winona (Winnie)
Gender: Female
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The Harry Potter coloring books! Winnie is a sucker for the movies, and adores climbing onto her roof or settling by her fireplace and coloring for hours.

Username: mackstarr
Number: 3
Name: Blaze
Gender: male
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Really love these lil guys!!!
May I be added please?Thank you so much!!!Im excited for my other onee!

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Omg it's perfect!!! Thank you so much!!! <3