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[belle noire]

{Gotcha, thanks guys C: Don't have posting formats with me. Sorry.}

Ariana:

Ariana was about to reply but Charlotte was out of range. Sighing, the young girl turned, watching the leader catch Zane before they began flying back to the flock. Picking up some speed, Ari flew to the front, pushing the clouds farther away from the group. A small sigh escaped her lips as she made a funnel in the clouds and looked towards the ground. Surely they should be nearing the city by now. Shaking her slightly damp and tangled curls, the small nine year old beat her wings frantically against a surge of wind that caused her to fall for a moment. Char, there's so many downdrafts, and you wouldn't really leave Zane behind, right? she thought, not bothering to look back at the girl that was so much like an older sister to her.

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Zane D.| Second in Command

There isn't a thing called 'dark and dangerous.' For me, it's 'dark, handsome, cool, witty, and dangerous'

Zane nodded to answer Char's question and got shakily to his feet. Spreading out his large, dark wings, he took a breath and closed his eyes, then walked off of the cloud, feeling the wind slide through his long hair. He flapped his wings powerfully, still feeling a little unsteady. He breathed in deeply and exhaled, then flew up to where Char was, his flying slow and clumsy, like a starting to fly hatchling.

Zane steadied himself as the world spun, and the sky and land melted together into one huge mass. He gasped, sucking in as much air as his lungs could hold, and the details swam into focus. He sighed slowly, and began to flap after Char.

A half a mile.

He could make it.

Mood: Conflicted
Action: Being sick
Action to: Char

[cloudling]

Charlotte Jamison || Leader || The Flock

Mood: Neutral
Talking To: Zane/Ari
Action: Flying/Talking

Charlotte watched as Zane shakily got to his feet and stretched out his black wings, which were a lot darker than her own gray speckled white ones. Giving her own wings a small stretch, she yawned, but quickly covered it up, not wanting anyone (especially Zane who seemed overprotective over her.) to think she was tired. They would just freak out and say they should rest for a bit. Charlotte's waist length blonde hair rippled in the breeze. Muttering under her breathe, she tied her hair into a ponytail quickly before starting to fly with Zane, to make sure he wouldn't have another attack or something.

Taking in a big breathe, Charlotte picked up the pace. Soon, she was with The Flock again, taking charge. "Thanks, Thim." she said to Thim, giving her a curt nod. She nodded for Thim to return to her usual spot in their formation and turned to Ariana, who had somehow moved from the middle of The Flock, to the front, where she was keeping steady pace. "Since when did you learn to take charge and lead everyone?" Charlotte joked, giving her a quick hug before letting go and focusing on flying. "Only one fourth of a mile guys! Let's pick up the speed." she called to everyone.

((@Everyone: We only have one Eraser, and I want the Erasers to make a move sometime soon. If you can, please make an Eraser!))

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e r a s e r

n a m e: Rocky
n i c k n a m e: Rocky
a g e: 14
g e n d e r: Girl

r a n k: Fighter
p e r s o n a l i t y: Rocky is rather small for an Eraser, but she makes up for it in her attitude! Snappy, sarcastic and rude, Rocky thinks she's queen of anything and everything she wants. She is blunt, down to earth, strong, tough as nails, and has some good comebacks up her sleeve. Rocky hates the flock, but secretly, she wants to be one of them. Not the monster that she's trapped inside, not who she is.
h i s t o r y: Good luck achieving that without getting your butt beaten up and killed.

h a i r | c o l o r: Red
e y e | c o l o r: Gray
h e i g h t: 5' 5"
w e i g h t: 100 pounds
d e s c r i p t i o n | i n | w o r d s: Slim with a small figure, Rocky looks anything BUT an eraser, she's got a slight tan, and gray pools for eyes. She isn't tough looking, but underneath her petite exterior, lies strong, hard muscle. She can lift almost as much as Jake, but not quite, since he's older and a guy. She has a tiny waist, tiny wrists, but a large brain. She's smart, and you can see when she's thinking: Rocky frowns, her brow furrows, and she taps her foot impatiently.

f u r | c o l o r: Red, she looks a bit like a fox, more than a wolf.

l i k e s: The night
The thrill of the hunt
Killing
Fighting
Bothering people
d i s l i k e s:
Regular people
h a t e s:
The flock. With all her heart. And Justin Beiber, she hates him to the core.

c r u s h: Open
b o y f r i e n d / g i r l f r i e n d: Open

r a n d o m | f a c t: SHe is a good spy because of her size, and has remarkably good ears.

[cloudling]

((@Marauder: Thanks, and accepted! Lemme add her to the front page~))

[cloudling]

(( bump ))

[belle noire]

Ariana:

Ari smiled lightly, shrugging her shoulders. "Well, I watch you a lot." She said shyly, smiling slightly. Beating her wings faster the little girl picked up the speed, trying to stay by Charlotte's side. From the front, she could easily move away all of the clouds and rain, forming somewhat of a vail just around the groups perimeter. With a sigh, Ariana looked back at Blayne, wondering how he was faring.

Blayne:

Blayne sighed as he picked up the pace, muttering obscenities under his breath. The raven haired boys eyes flicked over Charlotte before they rested lightly on Ariana. The girls wide blue eyes seemed to be filled with wory for him, not that he thought he needed it. Glowering, Blaynes light icy blue eyes seemed to be a bit dull, giving way to his worn out state. Though he would hate to admit it, he needed a break, but he wouldn't be the one to voice this to Char, especially since they only had a bit to go.



{I'll post an eraser bio in a few, I'm in class, and typing when the teacher isn't looking XD}

{EDIT---- Eraser bio

e r a s e r

n a m e: Faelynn
n i c k n a m e: Fae
a g e: 16
g e n d e r: Female

r a n k: Second in command?
p e r s o n a l i t y: Faelynn is a generally quiet person. She tends to be rather down to earth and seemingly laid back. However, her emotions can be read like a book. She isn’t very good at hiding her feelings, and most everyone can tell when she is lying. Though she doesn’t necessarily have a mean streak, the young female can be downright nasty when someone gets on her bad side. Not one for grudges, Fae will very easily take care of her own problems, and if she is unable to she will get someone else to do it for her.

h i s t o r y: Fae was turned into an eraser when she was eleven years old, and she has known nothing but the hunt ever since.

h a i r | c o l o r: Light brown with a slightly red tinge
e y e | c o l o r: Yellow-green
h e i g h t: 5’9’’
w e i g h t: 120 lbs
d e s c r i p t i o n | i n | w o r d s: Faelynn is rather tall and willowy for and eraser. Her hair falls down to her waste in a light, chocolate color with natural red highlights and tips. The girls face is angular, with a slightly pointed chin and a small button nose that is somewhat upturned. Fae usually wears a tight shirt, along with dark ripped up jeans and knee-high black boots. Many say that she looks like a huntress in her outfit, and she probably does. Reaching a height of 5’9’’ she is tall for her age, and thanks to her light bone structure, would be better suited as an avian high-bred if she wasn’t so aggressive towards them.

f u r | c o l o r: A light brown color with darker ginger.

l i k e s:
Hunting
Killing
Fighting
Darkness
Being alone

d i s l i k e s:
The flock
People
Talking
Large groups
Bright lights

h a t e s:
Charlotte

c r u s h: Jake?
b o y f r i e n d / g i r l f r i e n d: Open

r a n d o m | f a c t:She hates Charlotte completely, because Jake is practically obsessed with her. }

[cloudling]

Charlotte Jamison || Leader || The Flock

Mood: Surprised
Talking To: Ariana Graye
Action: Flying/Talking
Health: 80%

Charlotte was a bit surprised as Ariana told her that she watched her a lot. Okay, scratch that. She was surprised. Not a bit. Just surprised. Glancing at the nine-year-old quickly, she smiled. "Ah, and after all that time of you studying me, I thought you were looking for my weaknesses." Charlotte said, half jokingly. In Ari's aura eyes, her aura would be a pale blue color. Though Charlotte was tired, they only had one fourth of the fly left. A few moments later, Charlotte signaled for The Flock to land in a clearing in a forest.

((@Sorina: For the random fact, Jake just wants to kill Charlotte very badly, since they are cousins. ^^ And accepted!))

[D0ctor Ducky]

Leilani:
Unable to hold it in much longer, I burst into laughter. I was soo bad at being serious. I giggled for a few moments, and then regained composure. "phew, sorry. I was Not laughing at you. I'm just....so bad at being serious." I babbled. I took a deep breath, and then looked into his eyes., feeling a bit awkward. I blushed, and smiled. "of course I would. There's no way I could say no." I said, completely serious, all of my jokiness gone.
I still felt like, well, that something was missing. Oh, yeah, that's right. A normal life. One where I wasn't constantly running. I would give anything for that. I shook the thought from my head. It was never going to happen, so I needed to stop thinking about it.I blinked the fogginess from my eyesand turned my attention back to zacherile, and smiled, hoping to cover up everything from my little zone out thingy.

(Bump for S I A. And no problemo.)

[belle noire]

{o3o Ahh, ok Whim.}

Ariana:

Ariana smiled, but her eyes were like blue steel. "Of course I was." She said, her voice chiding with laughter though her eyes were deadly serious. Having been staring at Charlotte's pale blue aura for so long, her eyes began to turn that color without her knowing. Turning away from the leader, Ari darted down into the tree's. The little girl snapped open her pure white wings a split second before she crashed, fluttering gracefully to the ground where she then looked up, waiting for the others.

Blayne:

Blayne rolled his eyes at Ariana's little flourish. For some reason, the little girl seemed to enjoy showing off way to much. The seventeen-year-olds red aura deepend as he glared at her on the ground before he turned away from her with a grunt. Blayne flapped his black wings a couple of times, their tips brushing lightly against rough bark. Sighing, he retracted his wings, perching in a tree on the balls of his feet, one hand gripping the limb for balance as he looked to the sky, waiting for everyone else to set down in the clearing.