Black Feathers

Nya:

I woke up and tugged on my boy shorts and black tank top. I slipped my feet into my combat boots and strapped the knives on. I walked outside. My body tensed and I knew there had been a fight. People stood around and I complained "Guys, why didn't you wake me up? You know I love to fight." I sniffed the air. Sighing I said "And it was the royals. Thanks guys, thanks alot."

Lyk smiled "No problem Nya." I rolled my eyes and snorted "Thanks for the sarcasm. I appreciate it." I noticed one of the older woman laying on the ground. My body ran cold and adreniline rushed through me "Is she dead?" Azar nodded "Yeah, sadly." I pulled one of the knives from my leg and kneeled down next to the woman. Bringing the knife to one of her cream feather I cut it off. Slidding my metal necklace of I slipped the feather next to the others. Everytime I saw one of our kind dead I took a feather. I wore them around my neck as a reminder.

I put the necklace back around my neck and Tania said "I still don't understand why you do that." I stood up and put the knife back in its place "I do it because it reminds me of the cruelty of the world and makes it easier to fight and be less timid to kill enemies." Tania looked at me as if I was insane but said nothing.

I spread my wings and said "Anyone want to go on a morning fly?"

Lyk:

I burst in to the air twirling around. I guess this is what it came to? I could hear the strong sound of villagers voices, they were still cheerful from the events. I stared down at my bleeding hand.

A long cut stretching from my fingers to wrist was wide open. Groaning I wiped it across my pants the burning pain of an open wound made my eyes widen.
"Come on slow poke!" I heard a voice scream as figure rushed past me forcing the wind to jostle around me.

Forcing myself foward I rushed towards the receding figure. Grabbing hold of someone I whirled around as they laughed chidlishly.
I let go forcing myself up higher, "You can't catch me!" I teased. I froze, the thick sound of rotary motors came towards me.

I squinted, I could see a blue of a shadow bopping through the clouds.
"Oh no the Humans!" I shrieked. Bullets broke throgh the clouds in a loud crashing sound. I veered to the left my heart racing.

I thought none of us knew the other?

Azar:

I watched the boy and Nya lanch themselves into the air and sighed. No thanks for helping out with the fight? Typical.

I was just about to join them when the boy screamed, "Oh no! Humans!"

I ducked out of sight and watched them fly over heard, bullets drilling into the ground inches from my feet.

"Nya!" I called.

It was silent for a few moments and then, "Lyk!" someone screamed.

"oh no," I whispered and rushed forwards. By now the humans were gone.

Tania

Tania looked up at the two people flying. The crowd was still cheering a bit. Now, I just whatched the two flying. Like I normally do, I started fingering my neckalace. Again, as usual i statrted wondering about it. Then I heard the white hair boy shout "Oh no the Humans!" I looked to the sky and saw little balls fall down at incredible speeds. What are those called? Bullets i think? I started wondering about them when Pain erupted in my shoulder. People started running for cover, screaming. I ran for cover with them, so did the people who were flying, who landed safely as far as I could tell. I ducked inside a building, hiding my shoulder. No sence in troubling the other people. I walked to a corner and closed my eyes. I concentrated on my shoulder, ignoring the intence pain. After a few moments in pain, the gaping wound in my shoulder lessened to a smaller wound. Not nessesarily a paper cut, but not a gaping hole either. painfull still, but more mangable then before. I looked around, joining the others. I hope no one saw that.
...

Nya:

I landed on the ground and looked around. Now this is what I was talking about. I frowned. Knives weren't going to help me against these, um, these things flying at us. I heard my name called but couldn't see who from. I looked around and Lyk fell to the ground "Lyk!" I shreiked. I lifted him up but he was heavy. I sighed and instead dragged him to safety. I lay him on the ground and looked him over. His white hair splayed everwhere.

I didn't see any wounds so I sat next to him until the firing stopped. A few people emerged and when I spotted Azar I called her over. She came running and I motioned to Lyk "I didn't find anything but I'm not sure."

Azar:

I ran over to Nya and the boy.

Nya pointed to the boy--Lyk, I think his name is. "I didn't find anything but I'm not sure."

I nodded and looked him over. He seemed fine.

"I don't know," I said, frowning. "Lyk?" I asked but he didn't move. I shrugged and looked up. "Don't know. Maybe he just fell or something?"

"Knocked out?" she asked.

"Maybe." I sat back and stared at the boy. Only moments ago we had been fighting together and now he seemed to be out cold...

Nya:

I stared at Lyk and said to Azar "Help me bring him to his room." Together we lifted him and as we hauled him to his room I noticed Azar's shoulder "What happened to your shoulder?"

Azar:

I helped Nya carry Lyk back into his room and sighed, glancing towards my shoulder...which was bleeding.

"I don't know," I told her. "Maybe I got hit?"

She nodded absently as we set Lyk down on his bed.

"Yeah," she said. "That would be it."

I sat down next to Lyk on the bed and examined my shoulder.

Nya:

I shook Lyk "What are you doing?" Azar asked. As I continued shaking him I said "If he has a concusion he could slip into a coma." I shook him more violently and he finally woke up. I grinned "Okay, so no concussion. That's good." Lyk looked around and put his hand to his forehead "Ah, I must've passed out." I nodded "Seems so."

~*Tania*~

After the balls stopped raining in from the sky, People started to flock out of the buildings. I came out too, holding my shoulder. I looked around and saw the two girls were carrying the white haired boy inside. I thought for a moment, then followed them. Is one of them hurt? I followed from a distance so they couldn't see me. Eventually, they stoped at a room and went inside and laid the boy down.He wasn't moving. Is he ok? I closed my eyes and concentrated on the white haired boy. He had no concussion. Shock maybe? I saw one girl shake the guy awake.
I looked around, and saw the other girl. She seemed to be examining her shoulder, but I couldn't see. I closed my eyes again, and concentrated. She had a gaping hole in her shoulder. I gasped, my eyes wide. It was bad. Then I clasped my hand over my mouth and sped behind the door. Did one of them hear me? Hopefully not.

(Um, can someone post? I really would like this to continue )

I'm changing the plot to this, instead of finding gems it's just a war against humans and Moarin.

Lyk:
I looked up at the sound of the heavy gasp, pain shot up my wings suddenly sending me falling back down.

The wild curses of the humans in their aeroplanes and frightened screams of Moarin! It was all to much to handle, I had blacked out when I had come face to face with one of the Humans.

Landing on the hull I had intended to destory the structure, instead I only manage to dint the cover. The man began to move the aeroplane systematically to try and throw me off...it wasn't me who got thrown off though it had been the human.

I had chased after him before he struck the floor, when I managed to catch him he shot my leg forcing me to let go. A white parachute had followed after that my white blod dropping onto it.

I blinked back into reality, this was so wierd! What did they want from us, we never did anything.

~*Tania*~

I hid behind the door, hearing the white haired boy sit up. But hen he fell back down. With a confused face, I dared to pear out from behind the door. The two girls were hovering above the boy as he seemed to be having a sieser(sorry if I spelled it wrong!) like thing.Eventually he stopped, it looked like his heart was racing. What just happened?
...

Well I'm going to make a human than!

Name: Hayden Rawlins

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Picture:

Spoiler

History:

Hayden grew up with a depressed mother who was always contemplating her death. He never knew her father, or wants to by the way his mother talks about him. Hayden doesn't know any of his family (excluding his mother) because his mother got pregnent out of wedlock and their family refused to have anything to do with them.

Hayden, is what you could say, grew up on the wrong side of the streets. He has already been to caught for theft, break and enter, and for fighting. He loves his mother to death and wishes she also loved him.

Hayden use to crave to be able to fly, he still does though he hides it more than he use to.

Likes/ Dislikes: Hayden adores his mother, birds and their ability to fly, and dislikes practically everything else.

Strengths/ Weaknesses: He is very fast, though not very strong.

Habits: Staring off distantly when thinking.

Hayden~

"Hey Hayden, pass us the ball!" I heard Murray scream behind me, I ignored him staring into the sky.

"Hayden!" He screamed again, only this time louder. I felt his gruff hand land on my shoudler and begin to shake me.

"What's gotten into you, Hayden?" Murray's long eye brows knitted together in concern. I pointed up at the large land mass in the sky. Murray squinted trying to see what I was pointing at.

"What?" He asked suddenly, "I can't see anything!"

"What do you mean you can't see?!" I shouted, "The land is far out flying."

Murray squinted again though failed to spot it, shaking his head he sighed.
"I think you've been sitting in the sun to long, mate."