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[kelly.]

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name; briar sara parks
nickname; bri or bry
gender; female
age; fourteen
birthday; july sixteenth
birthplace; nashville, tennessee
wings; swan's

meet briar sara parks. she is a young lady at the age of fourteen years young. briar was born on july sixteenth in the city of nashville, tennesee. though she didn't stay with her birth parents for long. after the day the baby was born, in the morning, briar had disappeared from her birth family's home and was never to be seen again from them. she was taken to the 'special' school along with her other flock members. being the youngest one there, briar wasn't exactly comfortable with the others over the years. she managed to be happy though, and soon began to enjoy the company of her other flock members. a lot of her friends call her bri or bry, and she likes that nickname. briar's wings are a swans, the whooper swans to be exact.

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height; five foot, two inches
weight; ninety three pounds
wingspan; fourteen and a half feet wide
eye color; hazel
hair color; curly brown with some lighter highlights
skin color; slightly tanned white skin
wing color; mainly white
body build; slightly petite
modifications; none

this girl you now know as briar parks is pretty much your average fourteen year old. she has a slightly petite body structure, and is a bit thin due to the lack of eating. her body build is compact but not scrawny, and has a bit of muscle in there. her height is five foot two inches and her weight is ninety three pounds. fourteen and a half feet is her wingspan, smaller than the other members of the flock, but she's younger too. briar's eye color is hazel and her hair is somewhat wavy with a color of brown including some lighter highlights. she has slightly tanned white skin and her wing color is mainly white with some darker smudges. her wings are sturdy but delicate at the same time. they can be tender at some moments since she's is young and her wings will grow as briar ages. bri has no body modifications since she never had the time to get any, and likes her body the way it is.

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traits; cheerful, bubbly, curious, exciting, creative
likes {actions}; talking, socializing, laughing, singing, flying
likes {things/places}; the beach, campfires, music,
the ocean, phones, soda
dislikes; being trapped, blood, annoying people,
disgusting things, scary things
flaws; can be annoying, loud, scared
skills; making a sad situation happy, being distracting, quick reactions, swift
dreams; to have a normal life with her own prince charming

the word 'firework' completely describes briar's personality. she can be all over the place full of excitement. being the bubbly person she is, bri can turn a sad day into a happy one. she's known as the one who's the most cheerful in the flock. sometimes briar may get a bit curious if someone's talking behind a closed door, and can't help but listen to their conversation. she loves to talk, socialize, talk, and socialize. briar could get quite annoying if she talks too much, though. and loud. she's good at being distracting, because of her loudness and such, and bri's quick and swift, since she never runs out of energy.

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sexuality; straight
previous relationships; none
current relationship; none
crush; nobody at the moment
parents; she has no clue who her birth parents were, but looks up to the flock leader

briar never had time to find the perfect guy, but she's still young, isn't she? once in a while she would spot a cute human, but knows she can't talk to them because it would be putting her at risk. she never had a previous relationship with somebody, probably because she was too young. not knowing who her birth family are, briar considers her flock her family.

form belongs to me, the gifs belong to tumblr, faceclaim is lily collins, and character belongs to me

[SauteedSquidBrains]

Gabriel (Gabe)

Basics

Name: Gabriel "Like the angel, right? Only it sounds like a girl's name. Everyone calls me Gabe."
Age: 14 "Almost fifteen!"
Gender Male
Height: 5'5" "Call me short, I dare you."
Build: Wiry
Eye colour: Brown
Hair colour: Brown
Wings: Merlin falcon, 14'

Below the surface

Appearance
Gabe is, for the first thirty seconds you see him, true to his angelic name. But that's mostly the wings. True, his perpetually windswept hair and clear, lightly tanned skin do add to the impression given by his huge brown-barred wings, but then you realize the tan is mostly dirt, and his dark brown eyes are probably glaring at you. After about thirty seconds most people notice the scruffyness, the unkempt hair, the dark, almost black eyes, and the multitude of scars and small wounds on his arms and legs, and decide that this kid, despite the wings, is most certainly not an angel. The scars on Gabe's arms are mostly from small cuts and several burns, evidence of a fondness for both fire and sharp objects. They tend to appear in layers, new scrapes and burns over fading scars. Gabriel's face is mostly unmarked, aside from a small pale scar on his jaw, a mark left from an ill-timed taunt at an Eraser. His eyes are the most noticeable feature in his face, a dark brown that many mistake for black. Indeed, they often seem to become darker with anger, and are deepset in his face, giving the impression that he's always annoyed about something. Gabe has a small nose, and a sharp jawbone, a face that will someday be handsome, but is currently stuck in the awkward phase between "should have baby fat" and "oh look, I can grow a beard!". Moving on from his face, Gabe is skinny but well-muscled, a life of plenty phycial activity and not as much food causing his build to lean towards sturdy, if he had enough to fill his frame in. As it is, he tends to give the impression of muscles stretched over bone, with not much fat to spare. Gabe's wings, sprouting from his back to extend a full fourteen feet, are brown and white, each feather with its own barring, almost stripes, of brown and pale cream. His primary feathers are much lighter on their undersides, standing out from the shorter,darker brown feathers above them. From above, his wings are darker and more hawk-like, but still with the discinctive barring pattern.

Personality
Gabe is, to put it mildly, a bit extreme. He is not the sort of person to hide his emotions behind a mask, but neither is he the kind to become self-absorbed and dramatic with his feelings. Quite simply, he lives in the moment. If he's happy, sad, anything, he projects it like a flame gives off heat, often switching emotions as the situation progresses. It is not uncommon for Gabe to yell in anger at some small thing-a flock member borrowing or moving something of his, for instance-and then resume his previous mood and doings seconds later. While the flock is pretty used to this, having had to live with his outbursts, it can sometimes be alarming to strangers, who often assume he has anger-management issues or similar. In truth, it is rare for Gabe to hold a grudge, or even be angry for longer than a few minutes. When he does manage to hold a grudge, however, the results can be quite unpleasant for those on the receiving end of his anger. This blatant show of emotions does not mean that Gabe is a bad lier. Quite the opposite, in fact, as his aptitude for throwing himself wholeheartedly into things makes him an excellent storyteller, and a very convincing lier when need be. Gabriel can often be inconsiderate and tends to offend or upset other people easily, as his lack of restraint tends to extend to his thoughts and what he says. He has often made some heedless or tactless comment and accidently provoked another flock member to anger or tears. However, he is as unrestrained with his apologies as with anything else, and generally tries to fix whatever strife he causes. In keeping with his entergetic personality, he is fidgety and loves puzzles, often spending hours dismantling anything electronic or with moving parts. While very good at taking things apart, he is not so talented at putting them back together, and instead likes combining parts from different items into something else, usually some sort of weapon or something to do with fire, explosives, or loud noises. Gabe is loyal to the flock, as it's his only family, but he dislikes following orders and will often follow what he thinks is a better plan or idea. This sometimes works out, but just as often it messes up the other flock members.

Details

Sexuality: Bisexual
Theme Song: Bohemian Rhaposdy
Flaws: Impulsiveness
Fears: Needles, hospitals, fish, deep water
Love Life: Pretty nonexistant at the moment. Gabe hasn't even bothered mentioning he likes boys as well as girls to the rest of the flock. "What, they're family! You don't have crushes on family. Geez. I kissed a girl once, though! ...she bit me. I guess she didn't like me back. Oops."
Family: Unknown "The flock is my family."
History: Grew up in The School with no prior memory of his life besides his name; has been with the flock ever since.
Credit: Form & Character, mine. All pictures to rightful owners

[Emberrose]

{ Name- Ashton }
{ Nickname- Ash }
{ Gender- Male }
{ Age- 17 1/2 }
{ Wings- Red-tailed hawk }

"My name's Ashton. Picked it out myself, since none of us know our real names. I think it sounds catchy. Everyone just calls me Ash. I'm seventeen and a half years old, and obviously a male. I guess you can say I'm from the "avian- American" race, as we all like to call it. Why, you ask? Because we have wings."

{ Height- 5'9" }
{ Weight- 120 lbs }
{ Wing span- 16' }
{ Build- Thin but muscular }
{ Hair color- Dark brown }
{ Eye color- Blue }
{Skin color- Caucasian, lightly tanned }

"Currently I stand at five foot nine and weigh about 120 pounds. Yeah, I weigh practically as much as a girl. My avian genetics are responsible. My wings reach a span of sixteen feet and are modeled after a red-tailed hawk. My secondary feathers range from brown to a cream color, which leads into white primaries barred with black. That's what the underside looks like. The top is a smoky brown, uniform color. My hair is dark brown and unkempt, and I have blue eyes. I'm a bit thin but there's muscle hidden underneath the lightly tanned skin."

{ Likes- Flying, eating,
swimming, the flock,
not having to worry about erasers,
annoying humans, having fun. }
{ Dislikes- Erasers, anything to
do with hospitals or labs,
confined spaces, cages. }
{ Fears- Losing a flock member,
the school, being ambushed
when unprepared to fight. }

"Rude, stubborn, uncaring, sarcastic. Those are a few words that describes my personality. I'm pretty indifferent when it comes to other people's opinions. When they ask a question I usually have an uninterested, dull, or sarcastic response. Charming, right? Sometimes I just ignore it altogether. Well, that's how other humans would describe me. The only people I don't act that way towards it the flock. With them I show my friendly side; only with them. I love a good joke, and really I love to have fun, that is, if we ever get to have fun. I'm more relaxed around them. I've also been told that I have an amazing poker face. I can be very unreadable when I choose to be. In public and around lots of other humans I'm usually on high alert and serious. That's only because anyone could morph into a wolf-man behind our backs without our knowing.
On to history, I can't tell you much. I don't know my birth parents or anyone in my real family. I grew up in the school, undergoing cruel experiments and living in a cage. All of us have. The flock are my family now so I stay with them, on the run from erasers and such."

{ Orientation- Straight }
{ Relationship status- Single }
{ Crush- None }
{ Family- The flock. Real family unknown. }

"I'm heterosexual, but currently not very interested in a relationship. I mean, the only people I hang out with are the rest of the flock, who are considered family. Besides, were usually on the run from erasers, and we tend to travel a lot. Oh yeah, and I don't exactly think being a mutant bird freak will come off well to any human."

Form belongs to me. Images/gifs belong to original owners. Face claim: Luke Bilyk

[n a v y . blue]

[oh goodness i nearly screamed when i saw your form up emberrose okay guys! get those keyboards ready to click! we're starting. i suppose i have to tell you this surprise i had planned; devin discovered who the flock's parent's are, and i've already worked out another thing with infinite bells; it will be ryder's birthday [so it's july 17]. bells is going to be away until sunday, and i want to surprise her [because i love surprises and her :D] with a whole lot to read, so if you guys would be the amazing people i accepted, and try to get up a post soon, i would love you forever and we could get going onto the even bigger twist i have coming told you guys you wouldn't be bored ]
[aha, oh yeah, ryder's going to be out in the morning, so we can pass over a posting round for bells, ok? sorry sista just us for now. :)]

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- ｗｅａｒｉｎｇ -- [ → → → ]
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---------- devin felt like she never slept. with all the stress riding on her [a girl should never be a mother as young as she was] to keep five others safe, even when she was able to rest, it was always fitful, crawling with nightmares, and terrifying to the point she experienced sleep paralysis on a nearly nightly basis. so, again, it wasn't a surprise that the moment the sun began streaming through her window in her comfortable, messily tidied, circular hut in the forest canopy she awoke from a blissfully dream-less slumber.
---------- she crawled from her bed, thankful that the sun had already begun warming the interior of her room -- she hated cold floors. devin reached to her left and pulled some clothes from the half-folded-half-thrown pile of garments resting on a chair, and pulled them over head, exchanging the pajamas she had worn the night previously for the mostly clean new clothes.
---------- as she was pulling on shoes, a thought struck her; something was today. something important ... something she knew she needed to rememb- oh, that's it! ryder's birthday. she paused mid-lace-tying to think about what she was going to do. devin knew how to throw a party [fix their favorite food and make a cake] but she was having a strong internal debate about the present. originally, devin wanted to find something of hers to give, because the message would be stronger than the object -- and while she was riffling through her things, she fell upon a manilla folder. a crinkled thing it was, all battered and ripped in places: there was even a brown ring on the corner where a plump old man must have set his coffee. she hid it back where she found it, and later, when she was alone, had sat down to read it. it was all she could do to not jump up and down, screaming. "i've found them! i've found them! our parents!" she knew all of them would be dying to know, just as she had been, but a funny little quote she read while searching for a present for ryder struck her: knowledge is a terrible burden. maybe it was best she kept it a secret, for all of their sakes.
---------- but then came a time when devin just couldn't keep it a secret anymore. at first, she talked herself out of it, saying "the flock doesn't want to know, because we're all so happy here". then a seed of doubt formed when they began talking about what their lives would be like if they were normal and how happy they would be to see their parents, and devin's love for her flock trumped her selfish need to keep them all together. if it would make them happy, she would find a way to function.
---------- devin jumped onto the windowsill that was longer than she was tall, and stepped outside onto thin air. within a moment, she was falling, and then she wasn't. snap. her wings furled open, and she shot back into the air, happy as usual to be flying. she maneuvered through the canopy, taking the well-worn trail between branches to get to the flock members' homes, and their giant, general meeting place in the center. she folded her wings, and used only the tips of her feathers to guide her into the kitchen and dining area.
---------- the second her feet touched the hard wood floor, the tips of her wings that had been stretched and retracted knocked over a cast iron pan: one that fell from the counter, and dragged three more with it. they all knocked into each other, and made loud clanging noises. she sighed, and thought, at least they're awake. to bad it was to a heart attack. devin picked up the heavy tools and set them back on the counter, frowning. "just me guys," she called, figuring they should know. "wake up, wake up. we got a party today."

[kelly.]

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briar had terrible dreams that night. they were all nightmares at usual. first, it was one where she was taken away from her parents. she was surprised that the young teen even remembered that. the next one was all about running, away from the cages, the needles, the lab, everything, wanting to get to see freedom for the first time. finally, briar's last nightmare was about finley being taken away from the whole flock. that was the one that made her toss and turn all night. she started screaming, terrible thoughts rushing through her head. finley was like a mother to her, and now devin was. briar missed the comfort of finley's voice, and it took her a while to stop thinking about the bad things. rolling over, still in her undisturbed sleep, briar felt something on her back being squished on her bed. "ow, ow, ow!" she said, startling awake and picking herself up from her back. realizing it was her wings that she had squished beneath her, the fourteen year old sighed and lay on her right side, gazing out the window. the sun was just about to come up, and she decided to get dressed and then head to the meeting place, wondering what was in store for the day. briar yawned and leaped out of bed, opening her closed to find the perfect outfit waiting for her. slipping on her shorts and kicks, she also buttoned up her jacket. "perfect!" she said, and then brushed her teeth, which didn't take long. briar ran her fingers down her wings to make sure they were okay for flight, before backing up against the wall that made a clear path towards the window, and began running towards the empty, large rectangle. she flung herself out of it, jumping onto the ledge and leaping off, not hitting the ground because in a split second, her wings unfolded and briar began gliding in the direction of the meeting place she went to every day. after a couple minutes in the sky, briar approached the familiar building and dove down, landing on the doorstep with a little thump. everybody should be up by now, she thought, and rang the doorbell, excited to see all her flock members once again.

[SauteedSquidBrains]

Gabe

With; The Flock. Location; The treehouse. Status; Awake & Entergetic

The sun was up, and so was Gabe, sitting in the midst of small sea of metallic, plastic, and mostly unregonizable objects. Unlike many in the flock, Gabe tended to be an early riser, perferring to go to bed early and have time alone to work on his many projects before the rest of the flock was up and about. He had gotten up even earlier than usual today and headed down to a little space in the woods. This was his space, this little thicket in the woods, accessible only on foot. You could probably drop in through the top, if you were one of the few winged humans of the world, but that required knowing exactly where to plunge through the overhanging tree branches without accidently ripping out your feathers on a hidden branch or vine. It was a small area, only about ten feet square, the ground bare dirt under a tarp, and every side close-growing bushes and trees. Gabe liked to think of it as his workshop. He'd taken a tarp and all of the items he'd disassembled, stolen, or made, and put them into this little space. Wrap everything in the tarp when it rained, and voila! A tiny workshop in the middle of nowhere. Currently, he was working on a present for Ryder. It was her birthday, after all! His present was, of course, both homemade and built out of several different things. A small metal bird, with a body that looked like it was made out of a small grenade(How cool was that, a mini grenade, she'd love it!), wings that folded up neatly alongside the body, and a chunky head with glittering black gem eyes. The end result was odd, but surprisingly pretty, a demonic metal songbird he'd hung on a short chain. Gabe had just finished stringing the chain onto it when a loud clunking noise echoed through the trees from the treehouse. It was followed by the fainter ring of the doorbell. Cool, people are up! Nice timing! He hastily rolled up the tarp with a short melody of clinks and scrambled out of the thicket, launching himself into the air as soon as he was free of the bushes, crashing through the low-hanging branches with a carelessness that left several more scratches on his arms and chest(well, that's what happens when you're too lazy to put on a shirt when you live in a forest). He crash landed on the roof, and then skidded down to land by the doorstep, nearly clobbering Briar with a wing. "Hey Briar! Come on, polite is boringgg." He said, throwing open the door and barging into the kitchen to find Devin. "Cake!" He announced brightly. "Chocolate! I forget if it's Ryder's favorite or not, but it should be!" Gabe couldn't cook, but this didn't stop him from occasionally trying, usually whenever he wanted something sweet.

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xxxxxxxx The silent teen laid sprawled on her side against the white cushioned mattress below, sleeping face directed toward a rather plainly painted wall. Her arms were laid gently in front of her, legs completely tangled up in the random-colored blankets and sheets which were pooling half on, half off the bed, her slightly frizzed ginger locks spreaded over the pillow. That night she had likely unconsciously kicked away the covers in her sleep, at times preferring the chilly night air rather than the confounding heat of the thin blankets. However thankfully, it was not caused by any outlandish nightmares - at least during that specific night - nor really any fantasized dreams (no matter how rare those truly were), as it had been a surprisingly soundless blank sleep, filled with the usually pitch black darkness in which Eden most times craved over the unpredictable events created by the chaotic pigments of her imagination. As a result of her quite recent past experiences, things as such were no surprise, although that knowledge hadn't dulled the clarity of the fictional imaginary which would have had her body in a fit of shivers in a matter of seconds and her mutant lungs working over time as to calm her racing heart.
xxxxxxxx The blessed night of rest had been cut short of a rather muffled thudding noises that could be heard through the thin plastered hut walls by her trained sense of hearing. The sound rang in her keen ears, echoing through the hollow of her skull and bringing the redhead resurfacing back into reality from the welcomed sea of blackness. Her green tinted irises immediately shoot opened in surprise, not being the slightest bit bothered by the sudden brightness of the lit-up room as the dawn sunlight poured in from the nearby window. However slow her mind had been as it was regaining typical function, her body made up for as this was something that had practically been carved deeply into her being, her natural instincts. The first and quickest reaction was that the noise was caused by an invader, intruding into the flock's beloved tree sanctum, as she quickly threw herself off the bed and quickly onto her toes. Eden had darted to the window to seek the cause of the clunking noises only to hear Devin's familiar voice, saying that the disturbance had simply been caused by her and that it was a false alarm. "Well, good morning to you too, Dev," the teen called in reply to the flock's leader, her voice not bothering to hide the slightest irritated edge as she spoke. Eden had never been much of a morning person in general, mostly when woken in such an unanticipated manner. After all, surprises were never her thing to begin with.
xxxxxxxx Spinning around back to face her room once again, she quickly proceeded to finish the usual morning routine and changed for the day in the appropriate attire, trying to go for something a bit more fancy than usually ratty jeans and graphic tee, and decided on wearing something not as ratty: a pair of fresh capris and tank top, as there were plans made for a surprise birthday celebration. Before leaving the comfort of her room for the day, Eden paused when passing her bed and dropped down into the crouching position, staying on the tips of her toes. She laid a palm flat onto the hardwood flooring before she bend her head, curving her torso slightly as to peer underneath the metal frame of the bed. Using her free hand, she reached in, hand grabbing onto the soft, moveable material, and pulled out into the open an object completely wrapped in a messy bundle of Christmas red and gold wrapping paper. Truthfully, she hadn't put much thought into what to wrap Ryder's birthday present in and simply snatched the first and quickest thing she could find, which incidentally enough had identical tacky miniature Santa Claus's plastered all over the smooth paper, nor had she actually gotten an actual box to place it in. Well, it was the object inside that mattered, or at least that's the hope anyway.
xxxxxxxx Swiftly, she held the gift firmly in her grip before exiting through the door of the treehouse and closed it with a light push. Walking to the edge of the expanding wooden flooring from her canopy home, the redhead did not hesitate before extending her wings, all fifteen feet of silvery feathers unfolding and she gave them a couple experimental flaps as to stretch the stiff joints. Then suddenly, she was plummeting off of the planked cliff, her feet tipping her lithe body over the edge. Thought only for a moment before she was suspended in midair by the steady firm beats of her wings. Taking off, she traveled with very short distance to the usual meeting place and landed lightly by the open door, carefully folding her wings back along the curve of her back and stepping inside. "Hello, dear friends," she greeted the three flockmates at the door as she placed the wrapped present under one arm and proceeded to follow them into the kitchen. "Did I just hear about cake?"

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ryder [ thought ] ; devin [ speech ] ; blair & gabe [ speech ]

[Emberrose]

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-» Waking Up «-
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xxxx Normally nightmares plagued Ash's subconscious when he slept; usually they were pretty minor, other times they were horrific and kept him awake at night. He was sure the other members of the flock had them too. Being raised in a genetic mutation lab and undergoing experimentation the whole time was far from fun. Neither is watching one of your best friends and family member die in front of you while you or the others were helpless to intervene. This night, however, his sleep seemed to be undisturbed by such terrible illusions. At least, he was sleeping soundly, his face half buried in the pillow, until a loud clashing noise could be heard coming from another part of the tree house.
xxxx Energy jolted through him, causing him to jump a little as he sat up quickly. The first thought that rushed into mind was that someone was trying to invade their home. His tension was released and he relaxed, however, when Devin's voice rang out. Of course, it was her doing. He should have known. "Thank you for the unsuspected wake up call," Ash muttered with a sigh.
xxxx Pushing the covers away from himself, he twisted around to the edge of the bed and planted his feet on the floor, standing up. He ran his hands through his hair to make it appear somewhat neater, and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He stretched out his arms- and his wings- giving the feathers a good shake before folding them back against his body. He looked around his not so tidy room for decent clothes, finding a pair folded over one of the chairs. He exchanged the shorts he had been sleeping in for jeans, and slipped the shirt and denim jacket over his torso. After he was finished dressing, Devin's little wake up call suddenly registered into his brain. A party? What day was it?
xxxx He thought for a moment, but it didn't take him longer than a few seconds to remember it was Ryder's birthday. Duh! he thought, looking around the room again. His eyes landed on the dresser table where he had stashed away her gift. Something he had picked up, it wasn't very much, but it was something, right? He just hoped she didn't have anything like it stashed away that he didn't know about. He could have given her a few books, knowing she liked to read, but he never had any of those laying around, and there wasn't exactly a bookstore close to here that he could just fly off to. He slipped the small gift into his pocket. It was unwrapped, but he wasn't very keen on wrapping presents.
xxxx Having everything he needed, he walked over to the window and stepped up onto the windowsill, his wings unfolded a little and he swung himself over the ledge, spreading them wide once he was clear of the building. The wind caught in his feathers and he flapped a few times, staying aloft. He turned towards the main meeting place, flying the short distance there, and prepared for a landing besides the door, his shoes touching the ground as he came to a stop and folded in his wings upon entering the kitchen. "Hey guys, hope I'm not late to the party," he greeted with a soft smile.

[tigers breath]

{. 'ello guys :33 I am bells....thanks for the surprise navy >.> so much to read. Sorry...I would've post sooner...but my pinky is messed up [hehe xD] and I'm dealing with some issues about now. So I will try to do my best o.o but no promises.

ryder danιel

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children of
the winged
leap freely
and h o p e

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gender↝ female
position↝ next-in-line
crush↝ none
boyfriend↝ none
tagged↝ the flock

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My breath fluttered through the chilly, dark air. My eyes bouncing over the looming shadows, and my bare feet slapped against the hard, rocking forest floor. I could hear the heavy pantings, and the heavy foot slaps of the erasers as they tore behind me in the forest. I felt trapped; like I was being drivening into a corner. My breath speed up as I tried to gain speed as I pressed foreword. I had the feeling of blood pouring out of my skin. Like I had tried cutting my wings off again, and succeeded this time. I try to leap, and stretch out the chocolate brown wings, but I fell to the ground, and I was back on my feet running foreword; that answered my question. My wings were dead, I couldn't feel the soft feathers against my back. I could already feel the hot breath of the erasers on my neck; I knew they were hot on my tail. I couldn't get away, my wings were gone. I panted harder, and then I fell. I fell to the ground my sides heaving as I began to feel a hard figure crush me.

Ryder shot up, running a hand through her hair as she felt sweat drip down her face. Her head shot back to see her wings; making sure they were still there. They were sitting on her back, folded neatly on her back. She sucked in a low deep breath, deciding that she couldn't go back to bed. That the dream would just envelop her again. She slid out of the warmth of the covers, feeling the colder air dance across her skin. She threw her hair up into a bun, slidding on her sweatpants that she wore every morning, not putting anything over her tank top. She let her wings hang slightly lose as she headed towards the door of the tree house, pausing by the door. She opened the door just to peer outside the door; into the air of the chilly forest that Devin had moved them to. Devin, the name made Ryder sick to her stomach. She couldn't believe that the flock choose her to be the leader, she always put her mind into helping out, and they still choose that girl. Ryder didn't understand it, and no she didn't show the anger deep inside of her, but she was mad. Totally, and utterly and mad. She sucked in a deep breath of the cold air closing her eyes as she shut the door. Closing herself from the depths of the forest she enjoyed to explore.

Ryder didn't mind Devin, she always felt like Devin was a sister. It was just that anger she had crawling into her stomach about the whole leader thing. She wanted it, she was good at making decisions, and her looks always got her way with the humans that they had ran into. She sucked in a deep breath pausing slightly. Today was her birthday, her actual, real birthday. Well, the one she made up for herself. She didn't really know her birthday, or her parents. No one did in the flock. It sucked. She sucked in a deep breath walking to the tiny room again changing into torn up jeans, and a white tank top that hugged her. She kept her hair in the bun, and slid into the ankle high skater shoes she loved to wear. Knowing Devin; she was setting something up. So she would stay away from the meeting place for the flock. She stepped on to the window, letting her blue eyes skip around, letting her wings uncoil all the way. They were a little stiff, but that was normal. She sucked in a deep breath, pushing off the edge of the large window, spreading her arms, letting her legs stay together. She felt the air curl around her body, as she fell towards the ground. Her wings snapping open at the last second to catch the wind that snapped her up. She let out a little grunt, feeling the stiffness of her wings. They were sore for some odd reason. She glanced back at them as she weaved in between the trees at a slow speed. They seemed normal, maybe the dream made them stiffen. She shrugged it off, and looked foreword as she landed on a large tree branch.

The avian wings hanged limbly behind her as she stared at the small life. The birds rested in their nest, or the spider eating it's prey. Ryder sucked in a deep breath closing her eyes as she leaned back, listening to the talking of the birds. Her one left foot pulled tightly on the branch, with the other one hanging down low, swinging. Truth was; Ryder could sit here for hours and not care about a single thing. Because it was a peaceful, at ease silent. Nothing sseemed to frighten the wild life, so it seemed safe and at ease. It had always felt that way since the day the flock and her escaped from the horrid school, but you never know what could happen in the next second. She sucked in a slow deep breath, feeling tthe minutes tick by rather quickly as she just said there; listening. She quickly leapt from the tree, fluttering towards the ground, and tightly coiled up her wings. She began to walk, knowing the time she got to the meeting place. Devin would be ready, so would the rest of the flock. Plus, she could enjoy the peace around her for once right? Her feet fell into a simple rhythm as they pranced across the ground with ease, her blue eyes foreword as sshe moved across the ground. Soon Ryder was standing in front of the meeting place with her hands on her hips. She lifted off the ground, and fluttered inside, landing silently on her feet as she moved inside slowly. Her blue eyes ddancing around. "Hey guys?" She said loudly as she slowly moved foreword with raised eyebrows.

[n a v y . blue]

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ｔｈｅ "ｌｅａｄｅｒ "

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-----ｗｉｔｈ ｙｏｕｒ

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- ｔａｇｇｅｄ -- the flock
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- ｍｏｏｄ -- calm and hungry
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- ｗｅａｒｉｎｇ -- [ → → → ]
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---------- it wasn't hard for devin to figure out who she woke up and who she just startled. ash and eden would have been sleeping while gabe, briar, and ryder would be wide awake [with ryder gone, seeing as she didn't snap something from her treehouse]. it wasn't a surprise either to hear eden ticked off early that morning, either. devin literally bit her tongue to keep from yelling "don't sass me, eden." luckily, self control was something devin had mastered. she just rubbed her temples, counted to four by three fourths. then, she set to work. ryder was one of her best friends; she deserved something special.
---------- devin reached in several cupboards for a few things -- pancake mix, vegetable oil, eggs and the vanilla from the fridge -- and dropped them on the counter next to the waffle iron. then she reached for a bowl, and began to toss all the ingredients together as her first flock member came into the kitchen. "morning, briar. and gabe," she added a moment later. "would you two mind helping me out, and sort of clearing the table so we can eat there?" she looked over her shoulder, offering a smile of thanks, and her eyes caught little packages in their hands. "you can also put those on my chair for now."
---------- devin was suddenly glad she left that folder in her room, tucked away for the time being so she could keep it a true secret. anything paper-esque and school-ish got looked at the second it hit the floor with her flock. all of them wanted to know why they were stuck with wings and this hard lifestyle. all of them wanted to know if it was a possibility for them to escape it. she turned back to her waffle batter with a ball in her throat, and started to pour a few of them into the heated iron.
---------- "you're welcome to have some, after i feed you waffles. and if it's made," devin replied to eden. she sighed, and hoped she would have time to make everything. but then again, she had help. suddenly, she was glad she dropped the pans, because it got the rest of them up and moving. devin was on a roll, pouring waffle batter into the sandwich-y machine, letting her thoughts pop in and out of her head like the food did from the iron. okay. we're missing two; ryder -- i figured she would be gone for a little bit -- and - well, never mind. "afraid not. you might just be stuck eating my terrible food, ash. and i will make sure you do, even if i have to shove it down your throat."
---------- devin finished cooking the rest of the waffles and set them in the microwave [a good way to keep the heat from seeping out of their breakfast] and turned around with a slight smile. it was then that she heard ryder. crap. "guys, keep quiet. i'll go distract her. remember, she doesn't know we're doing this.' devin intercepted ryder, and gave her a sign that said "follow me". without another word, devin dropped out of the tree house, and down on the ground next to ryder.
---------- "so hows it going?"