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Maya Hawthorne

You think your life is tough? Try living with a bond that knows all your ancestors.

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a character in “Tyrillia Academy”, as played by Thundergod1020

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Full Name:: Maya Hawthorne
Theme Song:: Don't need one! XP
Gender:: Female ?
Age:: 18
Rank:: Noble, of a different type
Sexuality:: Does it move? Is it human? If it's at least one of those things, yes.

Appearance:: Look at the picture.
Personality:: VERY outgoing, I have a tendency to make people either feel uncomfortable or really turned on, either way, I win!
Likes:: Confusion, kittens, Walker, bubble wrap, duct tape, the word "kumquat", surprising people, breaking the fourth wall.
Dislikes:: Meanies, snobs, Walker, dogs, people who can't spell properly.
Fears:: Being forgotten.
Relationship:: Slept with Walker, among others. He's still waiting for me to call. As for crushes, ha.
Skills:: Never really thought about it before... Crossdressing? Making girls think I'm a guy? Singing, dancing, sacrifices, rituals, barbeques, stuff that a priestess would need to know. Ooh, ooh! My mom taught me how to fight using twin knives while using Quetzy's wind magic!
Clubs:: Acting, Dancing, Choir, Art, and Fencing.

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Name of Bond:: Quetzalcoatl
Race of Bond:: Deity/Winged Serpent
Personality of Bond:: Quetzalcoatl is a rather freeflowing guy, having been around since the dawn of Human/Bond relationships, and therefore knowing that humans change. Having been the Bond of several of Maya's ancestors, Quetzal is rather at odds with himself about Maya. On one hand, she's everything her grandmother was, and her great-great-grandmother before her. On the other, she spends as much time as possible shirtless. With points like that, how is he supposed to raise her to be the priestess her family line has always carried in their blood? Especially since her grandma and such were bad role models? He is protective of Maya, but he's fully aware that she can handle herself, and prefers to let her take care of a situation.
Skills of Bond:: Power over the wind, light, and looking pretty.

History:: My family has been around for as long as we can remember, my mom's family always having the role of priestess to different deities. Although, funny thing about my mom's side, there's never been a son, it's always been women! Also, we have two of only a few Ancestral Bonds, a Bond that is passed down every other generation. Quetzalcoatl is the one I got caught with, and apparently the other Bond, Tezcatlipoca, is Quetzalcoatl's nemesis, although it doesn't show that he's my mother's Bond! She's just too sweet to let him get away with anything bad! But I digress. I've been raised to be a priestess for Quetzie, and this has kind of brought me here to the Academy! Here's hoping there's a good challenge here!
Family:: (At least all that matters!)
Great-great grandmother: Liliana Cortez
Great grandmother: Julia Barbaro
Grandmother: Adeline Miles
Mother: Suzanne Hawthorne
Father: Patrick Hawthorne
ME!
Sister(younger): Tara Hawthorne
Sister(Older): Marcella Hawthorne
Other:: I'll take you to the candy shop, so we can steal their lollipop.

So begins...

Maya Hawthorne's Story

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Maya stepped out of the car that had brought her to the academy, and grabbed all her stuff out of the trunk. Quetzalcoatl came down from his flight to help her with her bags.
Q: "Don't you find this all a bit much, Maya?"
Maya: "What, three bags and two cases? That's a pittance! I've seen you carry entire buildings!"
Q: "Those buildings weren't going in your closet."
Maya: "Oh, please, you know the closets have hammerspace in them!"
Quetzalcoatl sighed, and carried the bags up to her room as Maya walked around the campus. She'd been held up by a few ceremonies before she'd been able to leave, and wasn't willing to have to spend any more time doing things involving precise order for at least two days. As she continued to walk, she looked down and realized she was still in little more than her ritual feather dress, which left little to the imagination, and jeans, with left a little more. Eh, she thought, might as well live with it.

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Character Portrait: Eilonwy Shior Character Portrait: Walker McMullin Character Portrait: Maya Hawthorne

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(She does, he doesn't.)
Walker nodded and bowed to her in a large, overexaggerated gesture.
"Very well, I shall seek dismissal." After he said this, he walked off, Brenna changing into her goblin form to walk beside him.
"She seems nice." Brenna said as they walked down the hallway.
"Yes, but too young for my tastes." Walker responded, catching a glimpse of Maya walking down a nearby hall. "See, MAYA is an example of acceptable. Eighteen, cute, and doesn't slap me when we talk... Which is why I'm still surprised she hasn't called me back..."
Brenna chuckled at this.
"Ooh, do I detect a crush?"
Walker: "No... Just shock that I'm the one wondering about the call."
Brenna: "Admit it. She out-attracted you."
Walker: *with a smirk on his face* "Alright fine, what do you want, a medal?"
Brenna: "No, just gloating rights!"


Maya just continued to explore the halls, looking for people to meet.
(Anyone wonder who the hell Maya is, look at the bottom of page 6.)

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Character Portrait: Aslan Portegar Character Portrait: Suren Craven Character Portrait: Walker McMullin Character Portrait: Maya Hawthorne

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It was right about this time that Walker and Brenna fired a shot of bad luck his way, enough to screw his game over. Walker sniggered a little as he and Brenna watched from the shadows, their giggling hidden by by sounds of the ball, the feet of the people playing, and general white noise.

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Maya at this point was flying through the halls, tapping into Quetzalcoatl's magic to both make her lighter than air and to make the wind blow right at her feet so she could stay in the air for as long as she wanted.
"Where in the nine hells is everybody?" she said to herself, pulling a corner and drifting down the hall.

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Character Portrait: Samuel Yesil Character Portrait: Hayley Highmore Character Portrait: Luca Martin Feygor Character Portrait: Walker McMullin Character Portrait: Maya Hawthorne

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"No you can't be Walk-.....Walker!!!" When she said this, Walker found out two things. One: She hadn't forgotten him. Two: She certainly hadn't spent the past nine years lazing about, as his screaming spine pointed out all too clearly.
"Easy, girl, I want to keep my bones this time!" He said, weakly hugging her back, gasping in sweet relief once Hayley had released him, and he introduced himself with a weak "Charmed." to Sammy, "But I've been grand, working with different restaurants across Mythill to perfect my recipes!" As luck would have it, Hayley's stomach growled after he mentioned food, and he grinned, milking her hunger for all it was worth. "AND, don't forget that promise I made about you trying all of my best dishes when we got older!!!" he said with a wink and a grin, his little payback for her crippling him. As Sammy left, he gave a pained wave, and Brenna hopped out of Walker's bag to go follow Sammy, turning into her goblin form as she did so, as she'd seen his key fall out of his pocket a while back and had grabbed it for safekeeping. Walker turned to Hayley, standing tall again to stretch out his back.
"Well, I might as well follow through on at least one promise. C'mon, members of the Cooking Club have access to the private kitchens! Or at least... I do." He said with another trademark wink as he pulled out a key with an X on it, dangling on a chain, implying that it might-or-might-not-be his. He also snapped his fingers to Luca. "You want to come along? As a sign of good faith."

Brenna ran through the halls of the dorms, and eventually found Sammy asleep outside his door. Brenna giggled a little, unlocked his door, and through a mix of goblin, dog, and horse forms, she got him into bed with the blankets covering him. She smiled, and closed the door behind her, barely leaving a click to show she'd even been there.


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Maya at this point was walking through the halls topless, her dress had gotten too itchy for her tastes. Quetzalcoatl was off somewhere else, doing her grandma's laundry for all she knew.

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Character Portrait: Walker McMullin Character Portrait: Maya Hawthorne

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Walker McMullin's Story
Walker jumped out of the craft and rolled out of the fall, with Brenna grabbing onto someone's Bond while in goblin form and jumping onto Walker's bag from there. Walker smiled at the instructions, and the mention of traps.
"Hey Brenna, feel like making luck be a lady?" Walker said, running in the direction of the flag, luck choosing his path. Brenna smiled, and made any traps Walker might encounter malfunction so they wouldn't fire off when he was around, yet work perfectly for anyone else. As for opponents, well, Walker was good enough at stealth to not be caught, so she didn't alter that part of his luck. She also figured that the others should have a fair chance, so she didn't screw with anyone else's luck... Yet.

Maya Hawthorne's Story
Maya leapt off of the aircraft, but her feet never touched the ground, having been caught by Quetzalcoatl, who tossed her onto his back.
"Shall we search for the flag, Maya?" Quetzalcoatl asked as they soared through the air, his coils twisting as the air rippled around him, keeping his wings suspended in the air. Maya smiled and shook her head in response.
"Nah, let them chase after it, we'll just screw with everyone. Shall we?" Quetzalcoatl nodded, and began stirring up a foul wind, making it near impossible for any other Bond to fly safely in the stormy weather, the only calm wind being that around Quetzalcoatl and Maya. They then flew off over the forest to find the flag and make sure no one else could get to it.

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Character Portrait: Aslan Portegar Character Portrait: Samuel Yesil Character Portrait: Hayley Highmore Character Portrait: Suren Craven Character Portrait: Rue and Erin Tyryl Character Portrait: Aubrey Mooreson Character Portrait: Luca Martin Feygor Character Portrait: Amalthea Oprah Character Portrait: Walker McMullin Character Portrait: Maya Hawthorne

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Erin Tyryl

"I hope someone has a brilliant plan," one of the students shouted out as they all landed in the forest. Erin frowned as he listened to the hovercraft drift away. This was not going to be entertaining. His first concern was his sister, the next was Suren who seemed to be okay next to him. Rue was a little ways away from him with the same boy he'd seen her with at lunch.

"Over here, Suren," he told her and led her over to where Rue was and knelt down next to his sister. He gave her a quick hug before turning his attention to the crowd. He looked up to who'd spoken and gave her a grin that was supposed to calm her down, "Easy, the first rule is not to get seperated, the second is to move carefully through the woods and the third is to get the flag before... just get the flag," he finished, not wanting to scare her with something like 'before something else does'.

"Okay!" Erin stood up, raising his voice in the hopes of getting everyone's attention, "Who's bonds are good at tracking? I've got one.... er, two," he quickly corrected himself remembering Kivuli in that instant, "We'll have them lead us so we don't run into any traps. Doesn't mean this is gonna be a walk in the park either," he added at the end with a frown. Even with the bonds leading, they were sure to run into a number of traps, things that had no sent or were invisible to even the best of trackers. They were going to have to be extremely careful.

"Finally, I get to do something other than sit around and make fun of you," Nemesis said. Erin grinned down at his bond. At least one of them was taking this easier than the other. Erin was indeed intimidated by the situation he'd found himself in, but he wasn't going to back down from it like a scared child. No he was going to take it head on. Nemesis sat next to him and brushed his huge head up against Erin's thigh, his yellow eyes pinching and his lips pulled back into what could only be the dire wolfs way of smiling. A bit toothy, but a smile nonetheless.

Rue Tyryl

Rue listened to the confusion around her as they settled on the forest floor from the jump. She managed to get herself loose from the parachute, cut the strings and put the pack on her back. Other than that she was at a loss at what to do next. One of the girls asked what she was thinking and in a matter of moments, she spotted her brother from the small crowd coming towards her. She sat up, a little less afraid with Erin nearby and hugged him in return, though with Luca she was sure she would have been fine too.

"He was always a quick thinker," Snow commented from her shoulder.

"Yeah," Rue answered softly. Her eyes flicked to Luca to try to see what he was thinking or what he was going to do next.

"Don't worry Rue. I'm here, and so is Luca. Just think if anything bad happens I'm sure he'll jump out and protect you," the pure white bond teased lightly, though Rue could tell from her voice that it was only a half joke. Snow could protect her, but there were limits to that protection. Rue wasn't sure if the phoenix was going to be able to protect her at all through this. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and stood up next to her brother, ready to get going once everyone had figured out what they were going to do.

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Character Portrait: Aslan Portegar Character Portrait: Samuel Yesil Character Portrait: Hayley Highmore Character Portrait: Suren Craven Character Portrait: Rue and Erin Tyryl Character Portrait: Aubrey Mooreson Character Portrait: Luca Martin Feygor Character Portrait: Amalthea Oprah Character Portrait: Walker McMullin Character Portrait: Maya Hawthorne

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Suren woke up with a a jump, she was in a hover craft. "This might be fun." She thought to herself before the teacher explained what would be going on and they were dropped into the forest. She quickly found Kivuli, who seemed to be excited, "FINALLY! A chance to hunt in the wild." The hell-hound smirked, "No killing other bonds got it?" She said more as a statement than question, but knew that chances were that someone would go mad, it always happens.

This is when Erin came over to her and explained the rules of Capture The Flag: Tyrilla Style. "Got it." Was all she said as she took a look aorund at the others, And Aslan could be trouble she thought to herself. "Don't worry, that lion trys anything, and he will be a pile of ashes." Kivuli spoke, as if she wanted to burn people and bonds to death.

"Alright Erin," She said to him privatly, "We need to get into smaller groups, because I have a feeling something, or someone here might try to kill someone else." She was implying Kivuli, but she coudln't be sure of anyone else. Said bond was sniffing a tree, her paws burning the very ground she walked on, her tail burning brighter than ever. She quickly noticed a spider, around half the size of her, and quickly went to kill it. She quickly used her tail to set it on fire in a small inferno.

Suren noticed this and she spoke, "I am pretty sure the giant spiders mean we are suppose to move, now lets move before something else comes along." She said and leaned into Erin, "Take Rue and who ever else, I am going to see if Aslan will travel with us, he seems like he is trained in this." She said before going over to him and the lion, her bond came back up to her.

"Aslan, you want to win this, right?" As if she needed an answer, "Come with us, better to go with someone you know, rather than a stranger, make up your mind now, because we need to move now."

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Character Portrait: Aslan Portegar Character Portrait: Samuel Yesil Character Portrait: Hayley Highmore Character Portrait: Suren Craven Character Portrait: Rue and Erin Tyryl Character Portrait: Aubrey Mooreson Character Portrait: Luca Martin Feygor Character Portrait: Amalthea Oprah Character Portrait: Walker McMullin Character Portrait: Maya Hawthorne

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Luca M. Feygor

As the others gathered to collect their wits, Luca sat back with a tranquil look over his face. In truth he was desperately trying to maintain his ignorance of their situation, even as the rocky formation of the ground jutted uncomfortably into the skin of back, reminding him of their harsh reality. He pursed his lips, inwardly cursing his own lack of foresight for not predicting this.

“Special Bonds class huh?” a voice rumbled deeply after him, so mysterious, so abrupt it was like rolling of passing thunder. Blue Horror shuffled out of the shadows the demon had been hiding in, stepping within Luca’s field of vision. As he watched, Luca could only stare in fascination as the folds of Blue’s robes rippled unnaturally, as though billions of tiny creatures were crawling over its skin ceaselessly, but this disturbing façade was the least of Luca’s concerns.

Luca grimaced, his eyes narrowing painfully at mere the thought of being forced to work with his bond. He remembered everything when Blue was with him, all the gritty details of his past. Luca reached for his head, rubbing the sides of his temples like he had a bad hangover. Regardless of his reluctance to remember, everything returned to him then in a series of throbbing flashbacks. His sense of guilt, the trembling fear, each and every sensation from that time pricked uncomfortably at the edges of his very psyche.

“I guess I better get used to it.” Luca resolved quietly, his trembling voice pushing past the initial headache. Since this was a special bonds class, Luca no longer had an excuse to run away from Blue Horror. If that was the case, he'd just have to complete this task as quickly as possible. He stood up slowly before joining the others, his pragmatic gaze sweeping over the collection of bonds and students as though he were analysing them all. He spotted Rue opposite of him and couldn’t help but notice a boy carrying the same indistinguishable white hair and green eyes besides her. Must be her brother, Luca assumed. Also amongst the students was his roommate, Hayley, who seemed to natural rely on her bond, and Aslan, whose presence Luca could only sniff at.

Blue Horror stood a fair ways behind Luca as he approached the main group, maintaining the unspoken distance between them, but even then Blue’s reach extended to him in the form of a shadow. Blue’s unsettling height was enough to cast sinister outline over the ground, the silhouette haunting Luca’s every step dogmatically.

"Come with us, better to go with someone you know, rather than a stranger, make up your mind now, because we need to move now."

“Calm down, let’s not rush in yet. I'm not even sure what you guys could track in this forest, not like a flag pole leaves a trail...” Luca said. He phrased his next set of words carefully as he looked at the girl with a demon bond also, the heat emitting from the fiery hound making him feel as though it he'd catch fire at a moments notice, “Taking a moment to assert ourselves now will reduce our chances of accidents or panicking later”

He produced a map in his hands, briefly contemplating the supplies they’d all been so kindly provided as he did so. Amongst them he counted a bottle of water, a knife and rope.

“The map is okay but it seems to neglect important features. So for those of us with a flying bond, I’d like to request that you try and fly up to see if you can spot any key land features or instruct us of the terrain ahead"

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Character Portrait: Aslan Portegar Character Portrait: Samuel Yesil Character Portrait: Hayley Highmore Character Portrait: Suren Craven Character Portrait: Rue and Erin Tyryl Character Portrait: Aubrey Mooreson Character Portrait: Luca Martin Feygor Character Portrait: Amalthea Oprah Character Portrait: Maya Hawthorne

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Erin Tyryl

"Don't worry, She'll be fine. Now, lets get the flag," Suren said to him, her bright eyes looking right into his. Erin gave her a small smile and allowed her to help him to his feet. One arm was draped over her shoulder as they started the climb up the hill. It wasn't long before the sound of the storming wind drowned out the cries of the stuck behemoth behind them. As they topped the hill, Erin covered his eyes with his arm to try to see down into the valley. The wind was whipping through the trees at an increasingly violent speed.

Dirt was being tossed up into the air and thrown around to create a kind of tornado like effect in the wilderness. It was hard to see through the ferocious storm, but Erin squinted his eyes and could barely make out an area that looked like it was calm beyond the storm. Raising an eyebrow he tried to figure out why that would be. Slowly, he started down the hill with Suren as his support. Next to them Rue lay unconscious across Kivuli and right next to her the tall boy whom she called Luca was watching over her intently.

"I think the boy is intrigued by her. Seem's like she's made quite the friend," Nemesis said as he slowly padded behind them. The wolf had a slight limp to his step as he walked, each time he stepped, there was a sharp pain through his leg and right across his side that also burned through Erin. He did his best to keep that from showing on his face as Suren held him up, but it was hard as they made their way down the slope.

Though it seemed like forever, they got down to the valley in no time and once there, the storm seemed to be at its strongest. Erin pulled Suren closer to him and turned her around so that he could shield her as best he could from the wind storm and the dirt that was being thrown around at high speeds. He could feel the sand cutting into his exposed skin as he stood there.

"I think... I think I see a bond on the other side," Erin called out, trying to get either Suren's or Luca's attention through the wind. Nemesis pushed forward, his head lowered and ears pulled back as he trod up as close as he could to the barrier.

"There is a bond there, I can sense them. You've got to be kidding me," Nemesis growled.

"What?"

"Who ever it is, they're doing this on purpose."

"Son of a ...." his curse word was lost to the wind as it took his breath. His eyes narrowed as he glared at the dirt wall of wind. Rue stirred slightly on Kivuli, her green eyes cracking open for a moment before shutting closed. She gave a groan and shifted on the hell hounds back to try to shield herself from the harsh storm. Erin walked with Suren crushed against his chest. He put his body between the wind and both the girls as he looked to Luca.

"Anyway you can get us in there?" He asked, tossing his head to the side, directing towards the only calm area that was being controlled by some bond on the other side. He was hopeful that Luca had the strength to do it, but if he didn't Erin was going to find a way. He didn't want to put Luca in danger if he hadn't regained enough strength.

"I can force my way in," Nemesis said, his voice filled with anger. The dire wolf was obviously pissed off that one of the students was doing this on purpose. Did they even realize how dangerous it was in the first place? Then to go and make things worse, Nemesis growled, baring his teeth and the hair all along his back stood once more, though he didn't transform.

"Hold that thought, furball. You're too injured to try something like that. Maybe Snow can shield us or something with her ice. All we need is just enough to get to the other side."

Nemesis looked over his shoulder at his human bond, then tipped his large head down in a short nod. Slowly, the wolf backed away from the wall and settled close to Kivuli.

Erin looked back to Luca, "If you can't, don't try to push it. I'll see if Snow's able to create a shield for us. All we need is long enough to get passed the wall and kick whoever's ass is on the other side," he said, his tone sharp and cold. Erin wasn't enjoying himself at all and if it weren't for his sister being in the most danger, he probably wouldn't have been so pissed off.

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Character Portrait: Aslan Portegar Character Portrait: Hayley Highmore Character Portrait: Suren Craven Character Portrait: Rue and Erin Tyryl Character Portrait: Luca Martin Feygor Character Portrait: Amalthea Oprah Character Portrait: Maya Hawthorne

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Luca M. Feygor

Luca could feel the wild wind buffeting against his body and restricting his movements as the group drew ever closer to their objective. When the air current grew violent, Luca began pacing in front of Kivuli and Rue in an attempt to act as a shield. The loud whistling caused by the air rushing past his ears was close to overwhelming at this stage. Yet ironically as they reached the end of the valley’s slope, the area looked peaceful on the other side, almost resembling the eye of a hurricane.

"Anyway you can get us in there?" Erin pitched with a low growl towards the center. In response Luca could only shrug at first. The winds were too strong to use any of his usual methods of teleportation. Any piece of paper he’d placed or attempt to fly would be consumed and lost to the chaotic storm in an instant.

"If you can't, don't try to push it. I'll see if Snow's able to create a shield for us. All we need is long enough to get passed the wall and kick whoever's ass is on the other side." Erin’s final sentence had a murderous edge to it as Luca saw impatience crawling into his features.

"Then make it happen!" Aslan screamed over the howling wind.

“I can manage, but energy isn’t the issue friend,” He said eventually. Luca pulled out his yellow notepad and thumbed over each page. The effect created a soft sound akin to rubbing something over sand paper, but more remarkable was that each page had a different drawing on it, “My bond’s ability has conditions. It requires me to swap positions with an inanimate object I’ve come into contact with before. Certainly I could get us across if we had something heavier to throw, but with my notepads and the survival tools they gave us, I don’t see that happening. Anything I’d place would be lost to the wind.”

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Character Portrait: Aslan Portegar Character Portrait: Suren Craven Character Portrait: Rue and Erin Tyryl Character Portrait: Luca Martin Feygor Character Portrait: Amalthea Oprah Character Portrait: Maya Hawthorne

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Erin Tyryl

Aslan yelled over the wind to Erin, ordering him to 'make it happen'. Erin, however, only shot the boy a murderous glare. This was Snow he was talking about and Rue had already used up a lot of the birds energy earlier to save them from the behemoth. He bit back the acid reply and only turned to look at Luca who had began to reply to his earlier question.

“I can manage, but energy isn’t the issue friend, my bond’s ability has conditions. It requires me to swap positions with an inanimate object I’ve come into contact with before. Certainly I could get us across if we had something heavier to throw, but with my notepads and the survival tools they gave us, I don’t see that happening. Anything I’d place would be lost to the wind.”

His lips turned into a frown as he held Suren against him and tried to block as much of the gale force winds from his sister and her. He looked down at Snow who was perched up on top of Rue, huddled down against the girls back as they stood there. Snow looked up at him, cocking her pretty white head off to the side. Rue shifted again, coming awake once more. It was probably the wind that kept waking her even though she must have been dead tired.

"I can make it through," Nemesis said once more. Erin shook his head, disagreeing immediately with the wolf who heaved a heavy sigh and gave a slight glare at his human bond.

"If I could throw something over there, you can transport us right?" Erin confirmed, his voice shouting to be heard over the winds. His eyes searched the ground. Even a good sized rock would be enough to do that, but the winds were so strong Erin doubted that he could get it far enough in to make a difference. The last thing he wanted was for Luca to transport them to the strongest point of the winds and get them both killed. Softly, he cursed to himself as he couldn't see anything close to what he had in mind.

"Shit," he hugged Suren closer trying to figure out what to do. He really didn't want to have Snow use up any more energy to cast a shield large enough for them, but it was looking to be their only option. He glanced down at the bird again and she lifted herself up off of Rue's back and fluttered her wings lightly.

"You can probably take that as a 'yes'. She'll do what's needing to be done," Nemesis offered. Having been around Snow for so long, the bond had a way of communicating with her that Erin had never been able to understand.

"Snow, if you can't, don't. We'll find another way."

The bird narrowed her eyes and shook her head. Erin wasn't sure how many students she could shield, but he was going to guess it was only going to be the four of them. Meaning Luca, Rue, Suren and himself, bonds not included. With a flash of her white wings, she opened up and her body glowed a bright white, the dry ice of her power expanding into a shimmering blue bubble all around them. Once the bubble closed, the sound of the wind dropped tremendously and the air stilled inside. Erin took a deep breath and looked to their destination.

He let go of Suren and tapped Kivuli on her shoulder, careful of her flames, "Straight in Kivuli. Let's go crash the party, I've had quite enough of this," he said and started walking towards the center of the storm. The wind crashed against the shield and Erin kept a watchful eye on Snow who had her eyes closed as she concentrated. He didn't know how much longer she was going to last, but he hoped she could make it all the way in.

Halfway towards the calm, he could see Snow's shield shimmering as she struggled to keep it up. Erin tapped Kivuli's shoulder in urgency, trying to get her to move faster. He didn't know if it would help as Snow would probably have to concentrate harder, but at least it would be over sooner rather than later. They finally broke through to the other side just as Snow's icy bubble cracked and shattered. Shards of the shield shot passed them and Erin pulled Suren through the last portion of the wind storm, catching several pieces of the sharp ice across his arm and shoulder.

"You alright?" He asked her, eyeing her over to see if she was hurt anywhere, though she looked to be alright. Then he lifted his eyes to the large bond flying in the center of the area, guarding the flag. Seated up on the bond was a dark haired girl who seemed to be utterly enjoying herself. To which, Erin sent a cold stare. His jaw set firmly and he stepped around Suren to yell up to her.

"Hey! What the hell is this all about? You realize that this damn forest is dangerous enough without your meddling? Are you trying to kill us all?" he shouted up to her. Nemesis growled deeply, lowering his head as his fur bristled, ready for a fight. Erin felt the rush of adrenaline as he anticipated a long and very hard battle ahead of them.

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Character Portrait: Aslan Portegar Character Portrait: Suren Craven Character Portrait: Rue and Erin Tyryl Character Portrait: Luca Martin Feygor Character Portrait: Amalthea Oprah Character Portrait: Maya Hawthorne

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Suren was making sure that everything was going alright with Kivuli, she had a tendency to hate water, and bubbles scared her. So, when Snow had created it, she said to her bond, "It's alright Kivuli. Just relax, think about getting Rue to safety." The bond nodded at her. When Erin told Kivuli to 'ccrash the party' as he said, the bond got excited. Her body heated up, but made sure to contain it, so not to burn the girl on her back. "Suren, marry this one, he has a good head on his shoulders." She said and Suren slightly smiled at her bond.

As they were walking, Erin held her close to him, probably to protect her, she didn't need protection, but it was comforting. She nejoyed being close to him, btu right now, they needed to focus on getting that flag. So, when they crossed the boundary, she made sure everything was alright. It was, save fro Rue still being out like a light.

That is when Suren noticed the giant Bond in the sky. It was obviously the cause of this storm, and the girl riding it seemed happy. "How the hell can she be happy at this?" She thought to herself, and Kivuli picked up on it, growling at the girl and Bond. Suren noticed her bond, and quickly took Rue off her back, adn started carrying her, so that Kivuli could get ready for the fight ahead.

Said bond quickly increased her flame, and it seemed to follow the bonds desire, creating a little danicng flame around her. She was angry at this bond for hurting Rue and Nemesis. Now, she was going to get hurt.

Suren turned to Erin, and said, "Watch out, when Kivuli gets mad, things tend to end up burned. She will not hurt any of us, but try to avoid her flames or get to close to her."

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Maya's Story
Maya grinned as they got through Quetzal's storm wall, and dissipated it with a snap of her fingers, the night sky instantly calming. She then slid off of his back and began to walk on the air in front of her, 100 feet up in the air.
"So," she said, walking as if on a balance beam, "it took you all long enough. I was wondering when one of you would brave that thing." Still, you could just as easily walked underneath. It's wind and a little bit of rain, not a fire. The trees would have acted as a buffer against the winds, and you would have saved yourselves a great deal of hassle." She took one more step, and dropped from the air, Quetzalcoatl doing nothing to stop her rapid descent as she fell into the undergrowth, the sound of branches breaking resounding through the forest.

Walker's story
Walker dangled in a net up in the air, his bad luck having decided it as high time to make another appearance. He coughed, and swung a little bit. This was not one of his better moments, Brenna having run off to find help, or at least something sharp that wasn't currently stuck in his pocket.
"Hayley?" He asked to the area around him, as if that would conjure her out of thin air. "Maya? Anyone?"

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#, as written by Jeggy
The behemoth lay on the ground, sheets of ice covering some of it. Aubrey just gazed in wonder and fear... the school had put them in an extremely dangerous position, and yet the other students had brought it down working alongside their bonds. Many were hurt though; did the school know this would happen? Aubrey stood beside an uneasy Bren, biting her lip, brows creased. She's been utterly useless, not knowing how to fight at all and she couldn't even fly because of the dratted windstorm the other student had created. What was this supposed to teach them anyway?

"Aubrey! Where are you!"

The voice reached her ears over the sound of the wind and broke her thoughts. She turned in a circle, trying to locate Aslan and Babur. He and the others were trudging along again, seemingly knowing where the flag was. Bren nudged her stiff legs forward and the girl gave a sigh and followed, reaching Aslan and the others as they discussed how to get across to the flag where the student and bond creating the windstorm were.

Using the surprising powers of the graceful white phoenix again, they somehow got to the girl and she broke the spell. the sudden calm was almost disturbing, but Bren leading again, the pair made their way to them, watching the dark-haired girl walk through the air with her curious dragon.

Aubrey disliked her, and Bren churned the ground with a front talon in frustration as well. She'd been the sole creator of the dratted weather? Why would someone do that, knowing the dangers of the forest? the question passed between girl and griffin. Aubrey watched the others warily. The bonded of the phoenix was still unconscious and another girl and a few boys sported some nasty wounds. Aubrey leant against Bren's soft fur-feathered side and frowned at the flag poking form the ground.

"Now what?" she asked softly, not knowing if the others even heard her question.

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Luca M. Feygor

As the group reached the clearing their sights were all immediately greeted by the twisted shadow of a dragon. Not a typical western lizard but one of a green eastern serpentine dragon instead. Riding on top of the bond was a young woman who grinned broadly as she spotted them, seemingly leering down at them. "It took you all long enough. I was wondering when one of you would brave that thing. Still, you could just as easily walked underneath. It's wind and a little bit of rain, not a fire. The trees would have acted as a buffer against the winds, and you would have saved yourselves a great deal of hassle."

He swivelled his gaze to glance quickly at the flag’s location then craned his neck back at the group. He could feel their barely contained rage boiling over as he stood beside them, certainly this was the case at least for Suren and her fiery hell hound.

Luca spat in the dirt as the unnatural storm around them died with a final stutter, disappearing as quickly as it had started. “That’s all you’re going to say to us?” He returned, his booming voice taking on an incredulous tone. He threw a pebble up at the dragon like an angry mobster but the rock veered off wildly into growing darkness, not even coming close to where the dragon floated up in the air.

"Now what?" Another girl asked as she stroked the feathers of her bond.

“We get the flag and go back obviously,” Luca replied before stepping towards the flagpole.

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Maya's Story
The wind began to blow again, coming from where Maya had thrown herself into the forest, starting from a soft breeze to a raging gale, as Maya flew in on it's currents and grabbed the flag, swooping back into the air as she did so.
"You want the flag? Come and get it. I'll give you all a handicap and not stress Quetzal with another storm or have him do anything other than share our magic."

Walker's Story
Walker continued to swing back and forth, waiting for something to happen. As he swung there, he started singing his mother's song again, letting the music carry through the forest.

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#, as written by Jeggy
“We get the flag and go back obviously,” the dark-haired boy responded simply, stepping towards the flag. Aubrey watched him curiously, glancing at the sky. Other than the serpent-like dragon, there was nothing. No hovercrafts or any sign that they would be taken back to the school. What else to it could there be? Did they all have to be around it? Aubrey didn't know everyone and couldn't tell if they were missing someone or something.

But of course, the meddlesome girl appeared back from nowhere and grabbed the flag into the air as if taunting them. "You want the flag? Come and get it. I'll give you all a handicap and not stress Quetzal with another storm or have him do anything other than share our magic."

Aubrey's jaw set and her eyes seemed to shift to a lighter, icy tone. Quickly she leapt on Bren and they shot into the air, the gap between the flag and Aubrey closed in a matter of seconds, hovering before Maya. Bren grumbled a warning and Aubrey regarded the girl warily while keeping her bond in the corner of her eyes. She would ask nicely first, she decided. Aubrey wasn't one to start fights, though she had multiple ideas as she sized the other up.

"Why are you making things so difficult? You've had your fun, and now we've got people who should get to an infirmary," she tried to speak clearly, still worried for the white-haired girl.

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Maya's Story
Maya once again let gravity do its thing, the gap between the flag and Aubrey widening in a manner of seconds, and then let the wind once again pick her up, sending her flying across the treetops at eye-watering speeds.
"You'll have to do better than thaaaaaaaaat!" She yelled as she weaved through the canopy with ease, dodging branches and stray birds. This was as natural to her as walking, having spent half her life in the rainforest flying around like there was no tomorrow. One person on the back of a griffin was going do as good a job at catching her that a paraplegic would have at doing the tango.
Quetzalcoatl staying the same spot in the air, watching the whole thing unfold underneath him. It wasn't that he was being lazy, he was just aware of what Maya was capable of, and she had specifically said she didn't want him stressing over using his powers too much. Even so, he WAS enjoying his view of current events.

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#, as written by Jeggy
Aubrey watched the flag in Maya's hands drop with her, and she thought for a moment that the other girl would comply and they could all go back. But no, she was up and off again, her taunt weaving it's way towards Aubrey's ears even as she flew in the other direction. "You'll have to do better than thaaaaaaaaat!" Bren gave a screeching cry as he dove into Maya's wake, pumping his wings furiously. They could easily do better then chit-chat.

Aubrey settled lightly, pressing herself low to his back. His feathers flitted softly across her face as her blue-green eyes narrowed in determination, nudging Bren on until Maya's form was clear again. Maya was certainly skillful at channeling her bond's powers, but she dearly underestimated the younger girl and her Griffin.

Aubrey and Bren weren't far behind when Maya ducked through the tree canopy, swerving and dodging. One had to give her credit, certainly, but it wasn't hard for Aubrey to follow her agile body as Bren continued above the trees, his thoughts mingling with Aubrey's through movement and feelings as they put both their energies towards getting the flag.

Aubrey held her eyes as wide as would allow, not loosing sight of Maya. She squeezed herself against Bren, signaling him to put forth a huge burst of speed until they were parallel above Maya. With surprising accuracy Bren dropped head-first and dive-bombed through a gap in the tree canopy, straight towards the girl below them. Reaching out with his talons as if grabbing at prey, Bren grasped the pole and right as they might have dragged Maya down to the dirt with them, opened his wings wide and shot straight up through the trees again and leveled off, making a tight turn and heading back towards the other students.

They had traveled quite a distance, but the serpent-like dragon was still in his spot in the air, like a beacon over the group. Aubrey lifted her head slightly, sucking in a deep breath as she turned carefully to look back. She sincerely hoped Maya was alright when Bren had grabbed for the flag, but he was deadly accurate and he would never intentionally hurt someone like that. Aubrey turned her head back, watching Maya's bond grow closer. Her heart beat wildly and not just from the adrenalin of flying at top speeds. This trickster might yet throw something at her.

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Walker and Maya's Stories Intertwine
Quetzal, having never left where he was, stayed there. MAYA, however, used Aubrey's brief distraction to create a very large gust of wind right underneath Bren, blasting him out of the air and sending the flag into the forest, where Maya was waiting to snatch it out of the air, Walker free from his trap next to her with Brenna in Night-Mare form.
"I was wondering when someone was going to show up," Walker said, rubbing the knots out of his system, and grinned. "Up to no good as usual?"
"Geez, you leave one night with no phone call, and all of a sudden YOU'RE the bad girl... Oh." Maya said, smiling when she saw Walker's grin and realized he was joking. "Feel like helping me screw with everyone else?" Walker shrugged in response.
"Sure, I've got free time." He mounted Brenna, grabbed a long stick, ripped his shirt and made a fake flag, and sang a song of battle as he and Brenna galloped into the sky, leaving a trail of fire as she did so. Maya took this time to fly through the undergrowth, carrying the real flag with her.
(OoC: Jeggy, don't godmod like that. The whole point of Maya's stealing the flag is so EVERYONE gets a fight/chase. Also, she has years of experience AND THE FREAKING WIND ITSELF behind her, that final remark about one girl and her griffin wasn't said in Maya's opinion.)

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#, as written by Jeggy
Maya was somewhere beneath them in the forest and Quetzal's form was becoming closer and closer. Aubrey took a deep breath and relaxed against Bren, running her fingers through his neck feathers. Even after her self-disappointment with not helping with the Behemoth, she'd gotten the flag back, and they could leave soon, she hoped. She felt Bren tighten his grip on the flagpole, reassuring them both that they had it. Aubrey smiled warily and Bren left his wings out to soar, wobbling them a little to each side so that they almost bounced in the air, earning him a giggle from his rider.

Her enjoyment was cut short however, when the air around them changed. Aubrey sat up stiffly as Bren's amiable wobbles became uncontrollable as something rose up from beneath them. Aubrey looked down but couldn't see anything other than the flagpole in Bren's grasp until a split-second later when she felt the huge gust of wind throw them even higher through the air. Bren cawed as he felt the weight of his bond leave his back when she was thrown from him. He was pushed up into the air but it took only a few moments for him to right himself as he flapped crazily to turn in search of Aubrey. She went up, then down, tumbling through the air as she plummeted to the ground. A panicked shriek wrenched itself from her lungs as all she saw was blue with some brown-green flashes before she squeezed her eyes shut.

The griffin located her and dove in, beating his wings to be faster then her rate of falling. Her cry was cut into a gasp as Bren barreled into her and grabbed her with his talons as gently as he could and spread his wings and brought his upper body up in efforts to slow them as they were berated by leaves going through the tree canopy. Even so, Bren could not pull up from such a fall and they reached the ground quite quickly.

Landing on his hind legs, Bren pulled in his wings and twisted to his back. Aubrey was thrust from his grasp and propelled forward until she was stopped by slamming into the base of a tree. The wind knocked from her lungs and her head snapped back. She sat for a moment, finally gasping then coughing when she could breath again. Green-blue eyes opened suddenly, glazed and wet with the beginnings of tears, but landing gratefully on her bond who was already stumbling to his feet. He walked over to her, seemingly okay, and stuck his large head into her face and then around her body, checking to see that she was okay as well.

"Oh quit that and help me up," Aubrey croaked, leaning against Bren on legs that felt like jelly. She grit her jaw, leaning over to brush debris off herself and asses the damages. She was certainly alive, and it didn't feel like anything was broken, aside from the fact that her head swam and her vision was fuzzy, and her abdomen hurt. Some scratches and bruises already forming, but she ignored them as best as she could and turned to Bren, running her hands across his back and down his legs. Nothing more than a few deep cuts and bashing from the trees.

Aubrey sighed and buried her nose in his neck. "Better lay off the flying and walk for now, I s'pose." she mumbled, aware that they no longer were in possession of the dratted flag. Bren snorted and flicked her gently with his tail. "Or you walk, I ride. That works too."

She climbed onto his back with a groan, carefully avoiding putting pressure on his wings when he let them drape at his sides as he made his way back through the forest in the direction they'd come. Aubrey blessed his avian's sense of direction as they came out of the forest line into the valley ((am I right?)) and found the others where they'd been the whole time. (Which she supposed wasn't actually all that long.) She ducked her head, embarrassed that even after all that, she hadn't gotten the flag. She'd been so useless to the others this whole trip! She wasn't sure if she even wanted to tell the other students about her pathetic fall except that Bren chirruped at the sight of Babur and Aubrey could only hold on and sit still.

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Luca M. Feygor

The sound of Maya’s mocking laughter howling over the winds was enough to stir a murderer from his deep slumber. Luca’s azure eyes glazed in a chilling instance, rolling over restlessly and focusing on his prey. ‘Blue, lend me your power,’ Luca demanded, gazing at the ominous shadow of his bond hiding within the forests.

His eyes attacked the demon’s spine with a wave of nausea. No rational, no sense, no order could reason with the boy now, ‘What are you going to do?’ Blue asked rhetorically, though the demon already knew the answer his own question.

A second pebble twisted between his fingers as the question made his chest heave with a venomous chuckle, the reverberation barely filtering out the sadistic malice bristling within. Complying with Luca’s wishes, Blue Horror teleported beneath the dragon, its magic congregating with a wave of its skeletal hands. The demon’s invisible magic wove its way skywards, spiralling in tendrils as it targeted the dragon’s eyesight and pain receptors, aiming to disable them. Then, a silent whistling followed as Luca’s pebble flew through the air only to be replaced by Luca’s dark form mid-flight. A single powerful thrust sent a knife hurtling towards the soft under tissue of the dragon bond before Luca vanished without a trace, reappearring where his first pebble had landed.

Get ready Blue. Luca warned, recovering his composure with deep breaths. It was a last resort but Luca was sick and tired of the games.

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(OoC: Bad move, and he's not a dragon.)
Quetzal looked at Blue Horror, and smiled.
"How cute. Trying to use fear and parlor tricks on one revered as a god." He then plucked the knife out with his teeth. "I promised Maya I wouldn't get involved in this, but you leave me no choice." Quetzalcoatl then moved faster than one would think something that big could, and swang his tail hitting Blue with the force of a train. He then turned to face Luca.
"Your knife tickled. But I have some advice. When one is as old as human sacrifice, they learn what a blade feels like, and soon choose to ignore it. The mind also grows, and weak magic such as your Bond's loses it's strength. Make no doubt, he did some of his job, I am currently blind in my left eye, but he did little else. Also, you aimed for the wrong half of the Bond."
Walker then galloped up behind Luca in the air, Brenna's movements silent with nothing to truly tread on, and swung the "flag" on a stick he was carrying, aiming to hit his head.
{Luck, don't fail me now.} he thought as he swung.

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#, as written by Siryn
Rue Tyryl

She was tired, utterly spent after sealing the behemoth in ice. She barely remembered stumbling away from the creature, or Nemesis knocking her to the ground to get her out of harms way. She woke a few times, once to find herself up on the back of a dog like bond, another time to find herself buffeted by winds that were strong enough to take her breath away and a third time to find herself on the ground near Luca. The third time she awoke, she finally was able to stay awake, though she was too weak to stand. Weariness still plagued her, but she was able to keep conscious.

She caught the sounds of fighting and bitter words thrown back and forth. She turned to look at what was going on just in time to witness a young girl and her bond thrown aside like rag dolls. The girl and her bond went tumbling into the out forest. Several moments later they rejoined the group looking very upset about their situation. Rue was unsure as to what was going on, but something told her they weren't done fighting yet. Her eyes shifted to catch the form of a huge dragon like bond hovering in the air and a black haired girl with a wicked grin on her face. She witnessed the boy that had run into her in the hall of the school a while back. He was with the black haired girl.

Rue wondered if they were the two causing so much trouble for the rest of the group. Next to her, she felt Snow rub against her arm. Looking off to the side she smiled at her bond, sleep heavy on her mind.

"Hi, Snow," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.

"Good, your awake. Everything has gone to hell. This girl and the boy Walker is making it difficult for us to get the flag. Everyone's trying their best to stop her, but nothing's working. I was waiting for you to wake up. I need some energy, Rue. If you can."

Rue looked up to see Luca's towering form turn to face the forest. Her heart nearly stopped at the expression on his face. It was chilling to see the malicious intent deep in his beautiful blue eyes. She didn't know what he was doing, but then he held two pebbles in hand. One dropped at his feet where he was standing, and the other he twisted around in his fingers. A moment after and a cold, acidic laugh rumbled the air around him. Rue's eyes widened as she watched him. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Blue appear underneath the dragon like bond and raise his hand. He was doing something, and she was sure Luca was part of it too.

In the next instant, Luca chucked the pebble he was holding and he disappeared from sight. Rue's voice caught as she tried to yell for him, but she only managed a soft squeak. Turning her head to look for him, she spotted him in mid-air underneath the dragon bond. He thrust his knife upwards and into the belly of the bond and then disappeared once more. She jumped despite herself as he reappeared right next to her again. Pushing herself up, she felt the wound in her side burn as Snow's cauterizing failed to hold. She'd pushed it enough already, but she wasn't about to just sit and let everyone else fight while she did nothing. Not even entirely sure what was going on, Rue reached for Luca's hand as he stared at the bond in rage.

"Luca," she called, trying for his attention. She wanted to calm his rage, afraid of what it might do to him. At the same time her eyes narrowed and she concentrated on giving Snow her energy.

"I don't know what's going on, but if it's enough to make him like this, take all the energy you need, Snow."

"I only need enough to-"

"Don't argue! If you need it all to finish what ever is going on then do it!" Rue snapped back, her eyes growing hard and her lips turning into a frown. Her fingers curled around Luca's as she managed to reach him though it was painful to sit up like she was.

Snow clicked her beak sharply and jumped up into the air, beating her wings hard to get altitude. The phoenix ignited herself and Rue could feel the pull on her energy already. Snow took off without another moment's hesitation and headed straight for the girl and her bond. Her icy wings seeming to make herself much larger than she was. Rue's concentration went right with her bond, keeping her energy linked with Snow. The bird ignited the air, her ice freezing the warm winds. Snow flew in circles around the two, going around and around. She was fast, a white streak in the air that kept dipping and twisting around.

With her eyes locked up at Luca, she caught sight of Walker coming around with the flag in hand. Rue's heart lurched as she saw him and realized what it was that the boy was intending to do. With her fingers locked to Luca's hand, she pulled herself up to him, her light weight doing nothing to move him. She was shorter then him, but she reached upwards anyways, trying to put herself in the way of the downward hit from the pole. Her arms stung as the flag came into contact with her, knocking her forwards and against Luca.

Rue twisted around, grabbed hold of the flag and ignited her hands. Dry ice cracked and raced up the length of the pole at Walker. Her breathing shortening as she was growing dizzy from the small use of her bonds power. Her vision swam in and out, feeling every twist and turn that Snow took, every launch of icy power that cooled the air just a little more. Snow raised herself above both of them, having cooled the air as much as she could. In a final act of defiance and to show her utter anger at the two insolent children, she flung her wings outwards and then shot them down at the pair. Sharpened icicles rained down on them, each one exactly like dry ice, burning whatever it touched.

Down on the ground, Rue's fingers slackened on the pole and she dropped to her knees, her gaze still locked on Walker and his every move. Her eyes dimming as she also concentrated on Snow who was pouring everything she had down on the dragon and the black haired girl. Rue couldn't believe the boy had tried to knock out Luca causing her to feel a deeper anger that blocked out anything. However, she couldn't do much more than just hold the flag, too tired and weak to do much more. Hell the boy could reach over and do whatever he wanted without having her put up much of a fight.

However, off to the side she heard Erin's voice shout in rage. A second later and a very pissed off dire wolf came lunging out of her darkening vision to take Walker down.

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Maya was weaving through the forest when she her left eye went blind, and when she took to the air to see what was going on, she saw Quetzal get stabbed by Luca, and charged towards him to make sure he was safe.
Quetzal, who saw the cyrophoenix, flew towards Maya and coiled around her in time to stop the icicles from hitting her, the frozen spears piercing his hide. Maya felt this and immediately crawled out of his coils, raising her hands.
"STOP! PLEASE! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST STOP HARMING HIM!" Her voice had done a total 180, having gone from a mocking, playful tone to a girl who was scared for the one thing that actually didn't hate her all the time.
Walker heard this and charged off on Brenna, the dire wolf missing by inches, dropped the false flag before he could hit Luca, and used most of his and Brenna's luck magic to make sure most of the icicles didn't hit Quetzal, but one pierced Maya through her stomach, and she collapsed and fell off of Quetzal, Walker catching her just before she hit the ground. He quickly laid her down and took out his first aid kit.
"Alright, this may sting a bit." He said as he gently pulled out the icicle, which, luckily, had missed her spine and her more important organs. Maya grunted in response.
"I guess you really do know how to get inside a girl!" She groaned, not liking the feeling of a hole where her kidney should be, and passed out. Walker turned to Snow.
"She'll live, but I need to get her somewhere sterile, this isn't any good out here." he said, tossing the real flag to Snow. "Take the flag, get it to Rue, but PLEASE send someone who can help!"