Post by Whyte Phoenix on Sept 21, 2006 1:29:37 GMT -5
(( Nu problemo. *tosses 2 cupcakes over* ))
A speck in the sky slid lazily over the silky blueness of it all, until as quick as a light breeze, the dot rolled downwards, plummeting quickly to the town below. The dot's flight was naturally elegant, unchanged by the heave and ho of man's sense of beauty. And as it arrived closer and closer, it seemed to sprout mottled brown wings and plumage, a hooked beak, and a pair of feet garbed in sleek, black talons. A single eye, like a glittering orb of gold, focused on a swift little object in the town.
Siliru dipped her wings in and out of the wind pounding onto them as she dived ,headfirst, slowly making a descent to the boy (as she could see now) running like a hare through town. Although the falcon followed him from the skies, the boy was not of her initial interest. Whoever had yelled 'fat' and 'carcass' had, and this creature had matched the meaning in the shapeshifter's mind.
The raptor dipped and weaved through the town to the play of a silent flute, each movement as unpredictable and sequencial to the last. She carried on with this tune for a few more notes, and eventually wound up at the roof of the Flame and Ice, the place Sirilu had planned on going to in the first place. She had heard of an meeting of heros there, and, with no point in life to direct her will, she came to this.
The shapeshifter dropped to the shadow of the Flame and Ice and quickly scanned the area. Finding no-one, she arched her head back as far as it would allow, and with a rythmic, beastial cracking noise, she began to take her other form.
Post by InsanexBandit on Oct 1, 2006 16:48:36 GMT -5
((Gasp, more than a week of no posts in this thread D:))
Liam caught Fio's figure after looking out of the window for a few minutes. "Oh no..." he muttered. He stood up, staff in hand, grasped it with both hands and held it in front of him. He closed his eyes, and stood there concentrating for a few seconds. He opened his eyes, waved his staff with his right hand and muttered "Haste". His staff glowed orange with a faint clock woven in the same color hovering in front of it. The hands of the clock moved forward feverishly and then the clock dissapeared. Instead, it appeared around Fio, then faded away permenately, but the effects had just begun. All of Fio's actions were quickened so he could perform anything with much more efficiency. Lowering his staff, he thought to himself, I hope he outruns him....
Fio gave an involuntary shiver as he was spelled, then tripped, but turned it into another harmless tumble. Then he realized he was getting much faster. /Scary.../ he thought, then skidded and slipped into an alley just by the Flame and Ice, squeezing himself into a small corner as the guards rushed past, fortunately not noticing him.
"We are but part of the architecture. If you chip us, do we not flake? If you moisten us, do we not grow moist?" ~Victor the Gargoyle, from The Hunchback of Notre Dame