[ sorry for not posting, I'll make my male soon, and I used to be whisper... by the way ]
Althaia 'Al' Jaeger ● 18 ● Experiment ● Female
The clicking of metal on concrete rang around the back allies of New York. A figure ran between the allies, they were fast and had red crimson eyes. Besides the clicking and the sounds of ragged breathing, the allies were silent. The silence was suddenly broken by the screech of tires and the ringing of police sirens. In the lead car the radio crackled to life, the voice on the other end shouting, "Black bird is heading for the tall building up ahead" The officer picked up the radio and spoke into it, "we've got her". Althaia panted, running hard down the back ally. It hadn't been long since she'd escaped the research facility, and she was finding it hard to adjust to a life on the streets. Spotting the building she as looking for, Althaia prepared to climb. Running around the corner, a police car pulled up ahead of her, cutting off her escape. Screeching, Althaia's crimson eyes were full of fear as she turned and turned down the next alley. As Al ran, black sleek feathers started to sprout from her arms and her legs, growing slowly in size. The police were hot on her heels but all Al did was smirk, she had a trick up her sleeves, or should she say feathers. Althaia's fingers started to grow, a thing membrane spreading between them. The police in pursuit hadn't realised Al's trick yet and still thought they had her. On Althaia's legs the feathers were becoming longer, the claws her her feet extending. Althaia's fingers kept growing, all except her thumb, the talons extending, black feathers started to grow on the membrane. Coming to the building, Althaia gripped the wall, her back metal claws allowing her to climb the fire escape at an unnatural speed. The police jumped out of their cars, following Althaia up the building eagerly. Althaia smirked as she reached the roof of the building stopping at the edge, hiding her arms behind her back. The police advanced slowly, "we've got you black bird" said the head officer with a smirk, advancing with a pair of hand cuffs. Althaia grinned and took her arms from out behind her back, which hand now formed into two wings, each four meters in length, a total wingspan of 8 meters. Althaia lept from the building, spreading her wings and legs, taking flight. Adjusting her wing and leg feathers, Althaia was away in a couple of seconds, her crimson eyes shone in the night as she flew over New York, her backpack bouncing on her back.