I Want to Fly [ open ]

[rayzor]

[bg=20100e][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Javelin... Take flight... Miakia's stern voice commanded her, sending shivers down the she-wolf's spine. The wind was strong, and she flexed her wings, allowing the thirteen foot wingspan stretch to it's fullest. "Ah..." soothed from her ebony mouth. Her tongue lapped out to the side. The breezes always calmed her, but they also always made Miakia anxious to release all the adrenaline that rushed in her veins. Which were equally shared among Javelin. The female pushed back the feeling to leap from the mountain and fly. Another breeze swooped by her. Javelin, fly. You know you want to. Her voice was soft, but demanding, and Javelin felt herself faltering. She had flown for a few hours, and she was tired; she didn't want to fly, but the wind whistling through her feathers was too good to keep from holding back. She adjusted her wings, making them level with the ground below. Miakia wanted to take off. She wanted to move, to glide through the air currents that taunted her. But Javelin didn't. She pulled the wings in tight by her sides now, and felt Miakia let out a growl of anger and irritation. FLY, she demanded. Javelin denied her request, and turned around. Miakia stopped her. Being a Myou, Miakia - Javelin's eagle half - had half control over Javelin's body. Which caused her to go through a lot of trouble seeing as she was only half-conscious of her actions. Only half of everything. She sighed. - No, Miakia. At least let me eat before we fly again. I'm hungry. - Miakia allowed this, releasing her hold. And allowed Javelin to slowly descend down the mountain's peak by paw.

[shel]

a positive scab that's never healing

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He closed in on a jackalope. The horned creature was one of the more clever male of it's breed. Despite this, the spiked wolf had been hunting the rodent for most his life. So it was the hunter's skill against the prey's.

Imagine who would win.

Bartholomew had just trapped the jackalope's under his paw when he noticed something up higher. A wolf spreading it's wings. Hesitation, second thoughts? The Yagi observed as it did not take off. The winged wolf--he assumed it a Keiyou--stayed on paw.

How strange, he thought. However, he contained his curiosity, best not be nosy.

Now, where was I? Turning his attention back to his prey. Or... not. Seemed that the jackalope slipped away. Somehow. Hurm, shame.

The Yagi was content with his lost, as he was not quite starving or desperate for food. With an absent sigh, the male padded around with no certain direction.

Maybe the hesitant Keiyou was in need of some company. Bartholomew sniffed the air, wondering if he would be able to catch her scent already or not.

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i regret that i kept it clean

[rayzor]

[bg=20100e][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Javelin made her way slowly down the mountain's side, wings flared out beside her. Now, most would think that this she-wolf was a Keiyou. However, this was not the case. Javelin was born a Myou, part eagle and part wolf. Fortunately for her, none of the bird's other physical features graced her slim body, making her appear to be a simple Keiyou. But on the inside... there was a different story. An ever-lasting battle for dominance, to be more precise, over the eagle half and the wolf half. Her eagle half, known as Miakia, was much more prideful, had a lot of attributes that belonged to an eagle. However, the wolf half, Javelin, was much more shy, however very smart. She proceeded. Javelin felt Miakia's discomfort in walking, almost feeling bad for her... but continued along the way on foot. The smell of mountain goat and jackalope was almost over-powering; Javelin didn't eat the birds around the area, just because she believed it to be cannibalism... She sighed. Before the she-wolf knew it, the smell of another wolf had wafted her way. She stiffened. Crimson eyes turned this way and that, looking for the source of the smell. On the outside, she relaxed, but on the inside, she struggled not to let Miakia gain control. “Hello?” the Myou called hesitantly.