With a loud cry, Ashling took to the sky in a bat form. She was beautiful with grey, leathery, furred skin and to large ears. Her eyes were a deep purple and her bat body was large and thin. The bird flew up to meet the Eastern Rosella. If bats could smile, Ashling would have done so. Although her eyes seemed serious and deadly, the co-master was actually a very kind human thing.

Her sharp eyes turned to gaze down at the dog, many miles below. She shook her small head, took a smirking lok at her higher-up and spiraled towards the earth, shifting, as she did so, into a thin cat like figure. Skin (fur) became fur and head became maw. Her body stretched and widened until she had a cat body. black spots appeared in her white fur and her ears protruded from her snowy-white head.

The dog cocked its head in confusion as to why a bat had just become a predator. He whimpered as the leapord landed just a few feet from him. His mind was reeling from what he had just seen and he trooted a few more feet away, lay down, and covered his head with his pws, wanting the nightmare to end. Ashling shot back up into the hair, wings sprouting from her back and her body shifting once more...

The bird cocked its head as the bat fluttered in front of her, and then dove down to become a leopard, only to turn into a bat again. What are you playing at? Wren thought irritably, diving down after the bat. Her feathers lengthened and turned a dark black as she streaked towards the ground, wings beating more slowly so she could balance herself as she shifted once more.

Now Wren was substantially larger as harpy eagle, her wing span reaching a full 6 feet in length. A large hooked beak clacked open and closed as she gave a raucous call and swooped to hover next to the bat.

Whatever I want. Ashling thought, beating her wings. A moth flew by and she let out a sharp clack of sound, letting it bounce of the

((I'll finish the rest later.))

The harpy eagle made a deprecatory noise and flew off, wheeling above the tree tops for a few moments before flying south, her wings beating powerfully as she fought against a sudden wind that had sprung up against her.

But she knew what she had to do and she cut through the wind easily, angling her wings just so to catch and use the wind rather than letting it carry her whichever way it wished. Her black and white plummage soaked up the heat of the flaming sun that beat onto the Emerald Isles, and she croaked with irritation as she dove downwards.

Nearing a thin well-worn path she creeped closer to the earth as she inspected the man down below her, watching him with fierce yellow eyes. Croaking with curiosity she roosted on a small tree nearby him and shifted to a blue-black raven, not even bothering to hide her ability.

It was evident that the man was enjoying the heat, but to Wren he seemed very interested in the flora and fauna around him. Wishing to catch his attention she set her black wings alight with crackling electricity, giving off a sigh of bliss as the pent up energy stored within her was let go.

[[accent warning lol.]]

Royce looked up sharply at the noise, his smile disappearing into a frown. Why exactly he was frowning, even he didn't know. Probably because he was upset by the interruption. As this strange little lightening bird was quite happy. "Allo, vhat is this? Little Volgin voron?" He arched a brow, frown twisting into a smile again.

"Perhaps Quetzalcoatl," he stumbled a bit over this one, but managed to get it to sound mostly right. "Is a long vay from home." Royce pushed himself to a standing position, wincing faintly and scowling at his leg.

"Voron, not very smart, showing stranger such a zing." He was coming off a lot more cooler than he was on the inside. After all, seeing a bird sprouting electricity wasn't an every day occurrence— that is if you were not playing certain games with the little elemental creatures. And Royce wasn't someone who played those games. But it wasn't all that surprising that he sounded quite so monotone, as he wasn't very fond of being excitable.

"Vhat if I vas scared hunter? Shoot you pravo out zhe tree, da?" He made a shooting motion with his free hand, making a "pow" noise and nodding sagely. He wondered if he was having an episode and this was some horrifying hallucination. He'd never had one before, but he'd always wonder, what with all the stressing he does.

[Ohmai, this made me lol so hard my sides hurt. I love 'zhe' accent by the way. ^o^]

Wren smiled inwardly and hoped closer to the strange man, intrigued by his odd accent. 'Not a Quetzalcoatl,' she croaked with her british accent, giving him a wink with one beady black eye. 

She gave small chattering cry and cocked her head thoughtfully. This man seemed cool and calm and collected, barely blinking an eye at her behaviour and appearance. 'Not scared? Silly man,' she cooed with her harsh avian voice, an unfortunate drawback to her ability.

Of course, he may have abilities too. And I love his accent. It's...goodness, adorable. Just like the way Americans and Candians say cookies and band-aids.

[[yaay. xDD]]

Wren played cool, just giving the man a bl
ink. 'Dear. Fire not go well? I am covered with lightning. Same thing.' she said gleefully, adding a small cackle at the end of her sentece for a little extra 'oomph'.

As an afterthought, the raven added a small sentence that would probably confuse the poor man to no end. 'So...do you say tomato or toma-h-to? And what about plaster or band-aid?'

She flicked her tail up and danced closer to the end of the branch. Realizing that it would no longer hold this weight as the tip dipped dangerously, she shifted into a small hummingbird, the tiny pieces of lightning dancing around her wings become more miniscule.

'You're russian...you are?' 

The 17-year-old, found herself a bit lonely and shot off in the direction of where the master had gone. When she found Wren, it was not at all how she had expected Wren to be. First off, she was blatatnly showingher powers to this boy who didn't look confused at all. Something was wrong... or was it right?

Ashling landed upside down in the tree, turning herself to face the boy. She examined him from her position and that's when she saw the luighter. she wondered what was going on. Could he be one of them, the co-master wondered. I trust you, Wren. Ashling thought to herself and then let water swirl around her bat body...