Learn how to fly, why don't you? (Open) :: Also, girl looking for Flock to join!

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    Name:Altaira Jesse Valentina
    Age:15 1/2
    Gender:Female
    Flock Mate:No!
    Crush:No...
    Personality:Smart,Forgiving,Stubborn,Jealous,Obedient...sometimes,Immature,
    Knows how to have fun,Vigilant
    Special Abilities:She has better More special magnified eye sight,She can blend in with the night
    Background:Born into a regular family in Europe. She had just turned fifteen when she was kidnapped though or as she points out a-lot teennapped. She woke up in the forest next to a rocky stream. When she tried sitting up onto her knees she felt them on her back. She was scared at first then she stretched them out...pure raven black wings with red tinting. She also found a tattoo marking on her left should blade. She stayed in that stream for a while. She was of course scared she didn't know how to do anything especially with how long the wings are....
    Description:
    Wing Looks~
    Large and long black feathers with a red tint to them. Her wing span is 23 ft and her feathers are all ten inches long.
    Person Looks~


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    Altaira stopped out of breath. She stretches out her wings and then lined em up with her spine quickly. She was still frighten of then no matter how they looked they annoyed her. All she wanted to do was walk out of this forest but if a regular person saw her then she was gonna be captured,poked, and prodded at. She looked at the palm of her bloody hands they were scratched up and cut badly from her flying attempts. Her knees were the same exact way. She wore blue jean pants but she rolled up the bottoms. Her shirt was dark forest Green and held the t-shirt look except for three tares. Two for her wings the other one because she was looking at the tattoo she was branded with. It looked like a intricate design of dark black/red swirls.

    Claude was flying over the forest flapping his long wings which were sandy colored with white tips. His short, dark blonde hair blew in the wind as he flew. All seemed silent in the forest as his green eyes scanned over it. Then he spotted a girl down below. From here it looked as though she had.... wings! He thought excitedly as he flew downwards. He landed right in front of the girl, but it wasn't such a smooth landing as he nearly avoided falling on his face.

    She shuffled backwards when someone landed infront of her. She realized he had wings and she shrinked down a bit when he almost toppled over onto his face. Then she looked at him with confused pale green eyes, "What do you want? Who are you?" She stood quickly, her wings arched slightly against her back. Even if she didn't know how to fly she would try. What if he was here to collect her and bring her back to whoever did this to her? Altaira's body tensed and she said, "If you hurt me your gonna be the one likely to end up on the ground mister!" She clenched her hands into fists.

    Claude quickly stood upright folding his wings a little against his back. He blinked back at the girl with large, dark green eyes. He held his hands up showing that he meant no harm. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to say hi...," he said quickly as he watched her hands clench into fists.

    "Oh...sorry then. Er, Hi? I guess." She sighed and unclenched her hands. "Sorry, I'm a little paranoid since the wing thing happened." She smiled sheepishly, and she rubbed her forearm. "I'm Altaira Valentina. Newbie flier...or actually none flyer. I'm not really good..at it."

    Claude chuckled as she said hi to him. "Hi... Its fine," he replied and tilted his head to the side at her statement. 'The wing thing?' He decided not to ask. "I'm Claude. You're not good at flying?" he asked as he tilted his head to the side again.

    "Yeah...I'm not an expert. Everytime I try it I end up with new cuts on my palms..and new bruises on my knees." She sighed. Then she grinned, "How about you Claude? Do you think you can give me a pointer on how to fly 101?" Altaira smiled now. He could actually help her to get out of this god forbiddon place!

    Claude nodded as she explained. "Me?" He scratched the back of his head. "Ah.... um, my sister taught me how to fly." Though her method of teaching seemed like bullying. "I guess I could pass on what she taught me to you..." Hopefully in a safer way than his sister's.

    "Ah! Seriously? Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!" She smiled and then she said, "I've been practicing by using the rocky stream. I like crashing there then on the grass." Altaira grinned.

    Claude laughed. "Your welcome," he replied as he smiled back at Altaira. "Alright, lead the way," he said as he waited for Altaira to lead the way to the rocky stream. That would be the best place to practice if she went there all the time.

    Her wings stretched out then quickly snapped to her sides in a loud swoosh. The redness showed when she walked and a ray of light hit her wings. "Okay come on then." She walked away towards rocky stream. She skidded down a steep slope and stopped her self by lodging her feet at some rocks from going any further. She climbed up the rocks, thin lines of water streamed over them. She makes it to the top and she looks down at Claude. "Hurry up!" She grinned and looked at the stream.

    Claude blinked as he stared at her wings. He followed her towards the rocky stream. He skidded down the slope behind Altaira and stopped himself before he ran into her. He climbed up the rocks behind her as she told him to hurry up. He looked down at the stream.

    Then she sat down on a boulder next to the stream. "So! First lesson is...?" Altaira half smiled and watched him as he came up.

    "Well, what do you normally do when trying to fly?" he asked as he sat down. Maybe he would be able to point out the things she was doing wrong if she told him what she usually did when trying to fly.

    She nodded and she stretched out her wings and said, "Usually I begin moving them like this..." She moved them up and down then she began going forward her wings beating faster with every step. "Then I take a running start." Then she leaped and she was airborne for atleast two minutes before she hit down into the stream causing a small splash. She winced when she landed on her back this time. Altaira's heart felt like it had just slammed against her rib cage.

    Claude watched her demonstrate for him. "Hm..." he said thinking for a moment. He tried to see what Altaira had been doing wrong while looking down to make sure she was alright. "Have you tried just hovering in one place?" he asked aloud as he watched her.


    OOC: I gotta go, not feeling too well.

    OOC:Okay hope you feel better soon! I may head to bed as well..soon...


    IC~
    She shrugged and she sat up water dripped from her wings and her whole back side. She moves her legs so they were criss crossed. "Maybe its that...I start off to fast and don't try hovering like you said. I guess that's my problem..and maybe I'm not all focused on what I'm doing as well?" She shrugged.

    Claude tilted his head to the side and thought for a moment. "You should probably try that first before you go jumping off of things..." he suggested. He scratched the back of his head at her last statement. "Hm... I guess. I thought you were focusing," he replied.

    She stood and walked in a circle thinking, then she fell backwards and said, "I should just cut off my wings and say, to heck with it." She sighed, but she couldn't give up now. She stood tiredly and she snapped her wings open. Then she imagined being in the air, she took 5 running steps then she was airborne. But she tried staying in one place this time. Her large wings curled a bit at the tips and she managed to bring her body up right as she flapped her wings.

    Claude watched Altaira as she stood up again. He stared as she started to flap her wings. So far so good. He thought to himself wondering if Altaira would be able to at least do this. He winced imagining how painful it would be to cut off your wings. He shook his head and paid attention.