Flying High

I walk in and leap into the air, unfurling my wings, hard and fast. I get a boost up with a small wind current and I take to the skies. There wasn't too many birds out at this time in the morning, but I guess I count. I angle my glide slightly, so I'll gently brush the ground and fall into a nice stop. That didn't go as planned. I angled too much and start going down, like a plan crashing. I thrust down my feet to help me skid to a stop. That worked. I suddenly hault. I laugh at how cool that was then I run off.

I fly in and fly with some peregrine falcons. They used some cool techniques. I landed and tucked my wings back and left.

I walk in. I lay on the ground and listen to some music watching the birds. La la la.

I walk in and launch into the air.

I jump up. Holy crap, that is one big freaking bird. Oh, it's him. I take off my iPod.

I smile down at her and flap my wings at her, causing a strong wind to blow.

I squint as all the debris blow around my face. "Problem?" I ask.

I smile. "I'm a mutant freak with no chance of living a normal life. But besides that, nothing wrong."

I nod understandingly. "I feel your pain."

I smile and start flying. I find some eagles and start flying with them.

I stretch out my wings and fly up with him and the eagles.

I start using my feathers to steer.

OOC:How come when I try to change my color it dooesn't show up when I post..

I pretend I'm a fighter plane. Pew pew pew!

OOC:Hello Admin!!I need some help!!How do you change your typing color

OOC: Idk how to help.

BIC: I smile and whirl my wings like a helicopter.

ooc: MMkay, click the little color box, and this should show up. [ c o l o r = b l u e] Type your words here[ / c o l o r]

ooc:THANK YOU!!
BIC:I walk in and see to people acting like planes and jets....I fly up to a dude and ask if I can join...

I smile. "Sure."

ooc: Wait, which charrie is that Awesomeness?

I smile and take it to seriously.I go back to the ground and pick up a rock
OOC:Sarah Sheilds....The priss.

I dive to her and tackle her to the ground and push the rock out of her hand.

ooc: Oh. I guess I'll go approve her then....

BIC:
I watch as those two 'battle.'

I glare at her. "Rock throwing isn't playing."