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A small figure portudes from the shadows of a darkened alley. It's green eyes look up at the fading night, the stars still glimmering, even though the very early sun was poking them to move with it's hot fingertips. The figure's ears twitch and from it's mouth excapes; "Ah, the day is young..." the mature but small voice speaks, as it looks down, a feline tail swaying slowly behind it as she catches a rat with her eyes, bursting it into flames. The little cat anthro girl smirks and picks it up, the rat's charred body in her hands. She raises it to her mouth and rips the flesh off hungerly, then drops it. Her eyes dart around as she sees stray dogs, and places a ring of fire around her, then runs off, hiding behind some crates, cowering and trembling as the dogs get closer to this feline anthro, her blue hair falling over her eyes as she silents her breathing and crouches, hoping not to be seen....

She watches in fear as the dogs come closer, her eyes turning a bright blue. "No!" she shouts and sets small flames at the dog's paws, not wanting to hurt them, just frighten them away. She watches as they put them out, then run. She sighs in relief and looks around looking for any sign of life, her guard halfway up, wanting to meet some people.

LilEdit: Please don't double post. The little Edit button in the top right hand corner of your previous post is very useful if you want to add something. I have combined both your posts.

A few things:
What's this RP about?
Is there some sort of story for it?
Will we need bios?

It would be great to post that sort of stuff in your first post.

||Must not backseat mod, must not backseat mod...||

A Dragyn (think Fire Lizard) clung to a nearby building. Her tail swished slowly back and forth behind her, irridescent sapphire scales catching the fading starlight. Her bright, intelligent navy eyes were the only part of her that did not shine, this being because they were angled sharply downwards, watching the feline anthro.

She watched the events unfold, finally choosing to move as the sun began to peek through, dimming the stars.

She released her grip on the wall, wings giving a few quick flaps to takes her downwards, havering just before the anthro girl.


||Pfft, Trin. what's wrong with letting a story develop through RP? They don't all have to have specific preset plots.||

((I was just asking a few questions. I simply wanted to know what it was about.))

Woops! Sorry to confuse y'all! The plot is anything. I don't really have a plot yet. So therefor, Just Rp! Sorry bout the confusion >.< ( )

She looks back down, not seeing the lizard. She walks a few more feet, looking for anything. Her eyes scanning the terrain for anytype of life. She looks up to look at the stars, but sees a lizard! Her green eyes grow in surprise, and she runs, afraid. But, she then reappears, looking at the lizardish creature, her heart racing, trying to see if it was friend or foe.

LilEdit: Please do not double post. Please read the forum rules before posting again. Thank you.

The falcon anthro was silent as he moved. His wings rustled gently in the night's breeze. He heard noises down below. Looking down, he saw a feline anthro warding off some dogs... silently he flew down above her, ready to grab her.

The Dragyn was immediately offended by being viewed as a 'lizard' and let the anthro know so in no small way.

Lizard! Lizard?! she demanded, her voice echoing in the catgirl's mind. Dragyn, fool, DRAGYN! Wings. See the wings? The tail? Hmph...stupid catgi- She broke off, sensing movement in the skies above.

A few more quick flaps of her wings took her into the skies above the cat antrho, where she made out a dark form hovering above the feline girl.

Watchit, catgirl! she cried. Birdboy 'bove you!

The elf girl was quiet as she moved, she wore a tattered green dress, and a brown leather bodice over it. A short green cape hung from her shoulders, and her boots were that of light leather. Her eyes were deep green, but somewhat hidden by the long bangs of her brown hair, which was streaked with green. Her name was Syorta.

She moved like a shadow, in her hand was a dagger, for her protection. Despite the color of her dress, she was barely visible as she weaved and ducked between buildings, and from above, a perigrin falcon, her compaininon, named Skyshade, tracked her every move.

((Thanks to SI for making another awesome character for me ))

The girl looked at the lizard and chuckles. "Sorry bout that!" she yells up then looks up, seeing the hawk. "Hey! I didn't sign up for this!" she yelled and darted away, her tail flickering behind her as she ran into an old building, hiding in a small fort of blankets, held up by sticks. She lowered her breath, staying quiet.

The boy and his gryphon stared at the sky. The boy lay on his back, the gryphon, only the sized of a petite hawk, sat next to him. The gryphon was black as midnight, her fur and feathers shone like black silk. The boy was pale, with short dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and ears that were slightly pointed. He was only seventeen, young, but not a child. Both boy and gryphon heard the shouts of a girl- ""Hey! I didn't sign up for this!" The boy sat up, wondering if the person who yelled that needed help. For, you see, he had the 'knight in shining armour' complex...mostly because he had been trained as a knight.

After but a moment's hesitation, the Dragyn zipped after the girl, leaving the falconboy to the empty street. She darted into the small dwelling with th girl, coming to a slightly clumsy landing on her shoulder.

Saved y'life she said, preening slightly. Now what am I catgirl? Lizard or Dragyn?

The anthro stared at the lizard. "Lizard." she said outloud then thought it over. "No...Dragyn" she whispered, not wanting to be heard. Her ears and tail twitched nervously, hoping nobody else will find her hide-out.

The boy, his name was Isaac, stood up, extending his arm straight out in front of him. The small black gryphon jumped up to his wrist, and climbed to his shoulder. The boy picked up an elven sword from were it had been laying on the ground, and strapped it to his back. "C'mon, Manardi," he said, raising the hood of his crimson cloak, "Let's find out what all this yelling is about."

The girl looked around, smelling with her delicate human nose the damp and musky smell of water damaged wood. She got up and walked slowly, her small feet making no sound as she slips her body inbetween crates and dead wood. She walks outside, seeing there was no threat. She started sprinting, streching her legs, then tripped and fell onto the dirt after she bumped into a boy with a gryphon. "S-sorry!" She gasps out, looking around wildly, then stumbles into a standing position, putting a hand to help the boy and his gryph up as well.

Isaac was far too chivral (or proud) to accept the girl's help, but stood up on his own means. He made no attempt to brush the dirt from his tunic - it wouldn't have made much of a difference. He coud tell that this was the voice of the one that had shouted. "What are you on about, shoutin' at the middle of th' night?"