YOURE A JERK {open, flying attempt}

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    [i]ain't backing down from a fight
    might just die tonight ☆    [i]



    Perched up on a near by tree, the winged leopard cub fixed her goggles. She hadn't done much practice, really, so she guessed she would at least to to fly. Taking a small step back, Steam admittly lowered herself into a crouch, eyeing the distance out ahead. Yellow eyes like slits, the child stayed in full focus of her surrondings. Wiggling her bottom in the air, Steam released her claws from the oak and jumped.


    Only to land on her face. Again.


    "I was so close!" The leopardess complained as she tried to get back up, her legs sore and wobbly. Really, she had only left about a foot before crashing down. Shaking out the dust fr her pelt and wings, Steampunk got up and spat towards the ground. While examining her spit, she noticed blood in it.




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    [fancypost bgcolor=#; border: 0px; width: 400px; line-height: 150%; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;]Well that certainly looked painful. Lacelock had been padding by when she noticed Steam leaping from a tree branch, unable to make it in time as the young leopard came crashing to the ground. Although she had goggles on they did nothing to protect the exposed areas of her face as explained by the blood she was currently spitting out. "Are you alright? Should I fetch a medic?" While teaching oneself to fly was generally a good idea the efforts could still prove to be dangerous. If she had her own wings she would have attempted to show her how it's done but alas she was without.[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Margaery lacked her typical cool and elegant demeanor as she appeared, teeth uncharacteristically grit together. It was the scent of blood, though minimal, that brought her forward and now she regretted approaching in the first place. This was a clanmate! Not some piece of food for her to sink her venomous canines into. Nevertheless, she exerted some form of self-control and feigned a concerned look. "Yes; Are you alright?" She echoed softly, a metaphorical brow arching.


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    [i]ain't backing down from a fight
    might just die tonight ☆    [i]



    Steam turned to face Lace and Margaery, tilting her head. The cub sloppily wipe her mouth, noticed a wiggling tooth in the process. "Nah, I'm good. I think." She sat down and let out a huge, irritated sigh and looked up. Noticing her own wings out of the corners of her eyes, Steam snort. "It's not fair! Wings are suppose to help you fly, not fall!" The child kick the dirt underneath her, fur all ruffled forward.




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    Holster watched Steampunk fall and from what the femme could tell, maybe she just wasn't used to the whole gist of flying yet. It had always been a dream of her's to fly, but, sadly, Holster had just never sprouted the wings necessary to do so. If she had, she'd probably be doing the same sh*t, climbing trees and falling out of them. "Maybe if you flap them, they'll work better?" The pretty thief chuckled, not trying to taunt as much as she was just trying to joke with the other.


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    [size=7pt][font=verdana]THE DARKEST PLACE YOU COULD BE
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]Coming over after hearing something fall to the ground and then people talking, she joined the others. Ouch, that didn't look fun, well at least the other didn't break a bone or something. Lit herself didn't know how to fly at all, despite having a dragon body, she had never once bothered to learn how to fly. "um...don't give u-up, like she said, maybe flapping them will w-work" she smiled.



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    [size=5pt][color=transparent]© counselor dreamíe

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#; border: 0px; width: 400px; line-height: 150%; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;]The paladin padded closer to Steampunk and began to look over her wings, noticing that all of the feathers were formed and fully grown. Well, that wasn't the problem then. Lacelock took a step back and listened to her Clanmates' suggestions, nodding her head in agreement. However, she did have a little bit more to add. "You need more lift too. Maybe a gust of wind would help." With that said the ivory feline formed a breeze with her magic to show what she meant. If Steam decided to use this method it would be a lot stronger in the actual run but for now she didn't want to waste her power. Using the elements became exhausting fast after all.[/fancypost]

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