There were no interuptions until about 3 years later. I had wandered too far from the summmer pack-home and got too close to a village. They found me and didn’t know what to do with me, so they took me to the village priest. This man was not a very good man. From my experience with him, I think he took the job because that way he could live off the offerings to the church and wouldn’t have to work. He proclaimed me the devil and said I was to be burned at the stake tomorrow at high noon (according to him, the devil’s weakest time). But before that, I was to be chained and locked up in someone’s cellar and starved. It was then I found out my talent for locks. I quickly escaped my prison and fled to the woods, taking a rather nice set of two daggers, the one human tool I remembered how to use. Of course they searched after me, but by then I was miles away, snuggled up with the pups, in the summer pack-home. That was the only bad time, until one day, about 7 years later, when the pack and I were hunting (it was elk-run and the pups were hungry) and we came across a strange structure. It was like pack-home (a cave/burrow, for those who don’t understand), but above ground! (for those who don’t understand who are reading this, it was a house. Echo’s and Radar’s to be exact) Of course, the pack wanted to stay away, as it smelled like human, but I, with my humanoid curiosity, just had to go in. Then, Echo and everyone found me and my story lies with them.
The pack and I parted ways. I know what you’re all thinking “oh, so sad! they were for her family for 10 years and they just left!” Well, its different for wolves. To them, I was a pup, and pups need to go out and either join another pack or start a new one. It was only natural.
And yet, even now, I can look out on clear moonlit nights and hear the pack-song...I-I want to join them...
See Ya! (and yes I still have the dagger)
Storm
Ok, so I’m alone in the woods with no clue how to survive and no one to turn to. I wander around and find a (fortunately bear-free) cave and spend a cold, wet, sleepless night. The next day, I was stumbling around looking for some berries or something to eat or drink when I heard a kind of wet-sounding squeaking. I ran towards it and saw a small furry-looking creature drowning in a river. Of course I jumped in to save it and swam with it back to shore. There, it was straining towards a hole/burrow in a nearby hill. I let it go and it ran to its obvious home. When it went into the hole, another creature came out. Now you must remember that when I was little, I didn’t hear those silly fairy tales about wild animals. If I was lucky, one of the kinder scientists would read me one or two pages of an encyclopedia. So I had nothing to fear from this wolf, for a wolf it was. She (I could tell it was female) looked at me, and started down the hill. I did the only thing I could remember about wolves and rolled over on my back, showing my empty belly to the regal creature. She arrived, sniffed me, and started back up the hill, stopping halfway up to look back, almost saying “are you coming or aren’t you?”. I got up on my feet, half expecting her to run away, but she merely looked and kept walking to the burrow. Since that day, I was pack. I ate with the pack, hunted with the pack, and slept with the pack. Now a wolf sleeps differently than a human or human-raised avian. Instead of the 6 hour comatose state your kind seems to think is sleep, a wolf will turn around a few times and curl up, dozing for a maximum of ten to twenty minutes. After that, the cycle is repeated, from moon-high to sunrise. I still sleep like that. It is much more restful, and this method of sleep is ideal for when anyone is on-the-run. Unfortunately, no one else has caught on yet.
See Ya!
Storm
Ok so that’s basically all my stats, now for my life story (the abridged version, don’t worry). I, as number 13, was supposed to have my bird DNA added after my birth. I did some research (I was reeally bored), and found the procedure online. Don’t try to find the site, its really well guarded, but codes are like a language! (see older posts). Ok, so found it online, and read about it. The rough procedure is that right before the baby is supposed to be born (like their supposed birth date) the scientists inject the bird DNA in through the mother into the baby, so the baby’s body accepts the DNA, but absorbs it after birth. Unfortunately, I developed very slowly and was supposed to be born about a month before I was actually born, so I had time to absorb the DNA. After my birth, I was taken to a school, and suffered basically the same fate as everyone else. But I was different.
When I was about 3-4, since I was the only successful one with 2 bird’s DNA, another school in a different country wanted to see/experiment on me. So I was shipped off. Unfortunately, while I was on the plane, I kinda threw a temper tantrum/created complete chaos, and a few (mostly control) wires kinda...snapped. The plane went down into a huge forest. Happily, I got out before the actual explosion, but no one else survived. Oh well, it was only scientists anyway.
See Ya!
Storm
Ok, I told you my strengths, so now I know you want to know about my weaknesses. I don’t have anything big, but, since I am technically a defect, I can tell you the little stuff. So here it is: I get distracted really easily. My writing might not reflect it (cause I’m focused) but my attention span is about the equivalent of a (albeit very smart) hamster’s. I also lose control of my powers (big-time) when I feel a strong emotion (so don’t get me mad. I will find you and I will hit you with lightning. ask Sonar. he knows) and oh yeah, I’m extremely emotionally unstable (NOT BIPOLAR!!). I also like shiny things. Like gemstones. And coins. And ancient priceless treasure lost for hundreds/thousands of years and now worth millions. And the chocolate chips on chocolate chip cookies when you just take them out of the oven. yeah.
See Ya!
Storm
My likes/dislikes: Ok, likes first; I love singing and playing music (see strengths) so please excuse me in advance for trailing off into lyrics of songs,cooking/baking and having people like it, making artistic-y stuff and having people like it, flying (duh) fast or otherwise, reeally big thunderstorms with lightning, thunder, torrential rain, and the whole deal, flying through said storms, learning new (interesting) things, and reading/writing.
Now dislikes; critics of my art/food, sarcasm in any form, threats in any form, and evil, experimenting-y scientists. also people who think avians are gods/devils/angels/fairies/anything else their stupid minds can create, especially relegious fanatics who think I’m the devil/demon/corrupted angel and try to lock me up or burn me at the stake. that really annoys me.
See Ya!
Storm
My powers: I can control all types of weather, from fog to hurricanes (this doesn't mean I control all the weather in the world, I just can influence the weather in the area we're in). I also can sit on clouds, like Radar. Don't ask me how I do it, I have no clue. I have a particular talent with animals (I'm not a furnet or anything, they just naturally prefer me over most other people. Except Radar's animals. They're completely devoted to her), and some influence over their moods and what they do. I also have an extremely green thumb (NOT LITERALLY geez). You name a plant, there's a good chance I can grow it! Finally, I seem to have a great talent with languages, codes, and locks. If I hear or see a few words in any language, I can understand/speak and read/write it. Yes, animal languages too, but I have yet to come across a written one. Don’t ask me why, something just clicks in my brain. As for locks and codes, you give me a few minutes with it, I can generally get it open (more complicated codes/locks take up to 10 minutes, depending on my mood/level of focus). Oh yeah, I also have the power to create illusions (and can kinda look in someone’s consiousness/dreams. I’ll tell you how their related), so I can sorta look in someone’s brain and create an illusion of their worst fear (very handy with scientists). I can also create illusions on my appearance and the appearance of others that work on all humans and all avians except Radar and Silence, but Silence has to concentrate because he doesn’t know me well. And I heal quickly (not as fast as Radar or Silence, but almost any injury, short of a broken neck or arterial bleeding, heals in a few hours, or at most a day or two).
See Ya!
Storm
My strengths (not powers, those are later): I am extremely talented in the air, and have the speed and maneuverability of a peregrine falcon, with the silence of an owl (very useful for sneaking up on The Lovebirds. You know who i mean.) I can cook to rival the best, and especially love to bake (but now we don't have time!). I love to sing and play instruments, and have a vocal range of about 7 octaves, so I can sing the higher tenor parts, all the alto parts, all the soprano 2 parts, all of the soprano 1 parts, and some above that (for those of you who don't know music, thats the higher boys to the highest possible). Even the pack said I could out-sing the pups! (oh yeah, see my life story for that). I can also divide my voice into 5 parts max and have them sing different voice parts and words (learned it from the birds). Also, for instruments; you name it, I can play it, and play it pretty good too (except bagpipes. dont like them). I like to draw, paint, sculpt, and do artistic things, and I can make pretty good sculptures out of clouds(see my powers). Oh yeah, and I can go reeally deep under water and hold my breath for a loong time. very handy when treasure hunting (see my likes/dislikes later). I have a fail-safe sense of direction, and the senses/stamina/instincts of a wolf and a falcon combined (falcon=duh, wolf=find out later).
See Ya!
Storm
Ok, my stats:
I have 3% avian DNA, so yes, I am technically a defect. You will see my defective-ness later. The DNA is 2% peregrine falcon, and 1% snowy owl. I was the first experiment to have two different sets of bird DNA. I am number 13, but no one calls me that (unless I do something really stupid or unlucky). I’m not exactly sure about my age, but I’m pretty sure I’m 15-16 years old. I am 5 foot 7 and my wingspan is 13 feet. My wing appearance is like snowy owl's wings, but with the falcon's shape (for speed!). My human appearance, with no illusions (see my powers later) is: Hair-black, slight curl, a little longer than waist-length; Eyes-green, said to be large; Face-people say I have sharp features, but I don’t know; Body- I already told you I’m 5’7”, and I can tell you I’m quite thin (being on the run does that to ya) the rest is MY BUSINESS SO BUGGER OFF! (sorry, britishness coming out); Ears-pointed. no I have no clue why.
Ok, that's it for now!
See Ya,
Storm
