I want to help, Garren. I'm following as best as I can. Oh, by\ the way, yoru old wolf buddies say hi... they're trying to team up with natural werewolves, I think. Just like nautral me is trying to find unnatural me's.*HINT!*
so
I want to help. You probably woudl like it if I helped: millions of years of experience, remember.
Keep an eye out
and don't forget: the sky is yours. you rule it like the Tribe of Water rule the sea, the tribe of Earth rules ladn and nature, the Tribe of Fire rules fire, and the Tribe of air, of course, rules the Air. And, no matter how you got wings, you're a part of that tribe, weather you know it or not. We may never affect your lives, but I am sure trying.
Hang in there!
(and GIVE ME A HINT!!!!!)

watch out

Garren, I'm coming for you... I've been following you guys for a long time.. an dMicky Mouse says hi. So though I cannot always get on (stupid connection) I am always close by, ready to help fight. And hello Ramona and Zeke, who would love Veronica (not love love, but she's you knwo,, Vampire about as old as I am. We love giving out info to the next generation) so I'm on my way.
Watch for the girl wiht red hair with the falcon wings.
-Fall Flihawk

Bloggers Savior (if you will have me)

Hey guys!
Okay, I've been reading some more blogs, and well... If you want help say hi to Fall. Expert tracker, dedicated reader, (not so much a room cleaner) and so ready to die for a nobel cause.
Change that to fight please.
UNITED WE STAND! UNITED WE FALL!
hee hee thats my name!

I'm back everybody

It's been a while, I know, but I've been busy lately.
I left Wynd and Hawk and Angie and everyone else to be alone nnow. You don't understand, and that's fine if you don't. IF you do, then welcome to my reality. I don't want to talk about the split but let's say I left in the dead of night rught after nudging Wynd. I made noise to wake him up... a hundred feet up. The I zoomed outta there.
Before they came after me, with, you know, blood hounds or something.
Oh, crap, the garage door is opening. I broke into a home to use a computer to log in you know? but i gotta go. NOW!
Soar forever, fellow flyers!

iPod pettiness

Not much has been happening lately. It's been quiet and we have been able to stay in a hotel caus Wynd and me and hawk and Angie got jobs at this really nice resturant called Olive Garden. I get to eat Fetteciuni Alfrado (still cant spell it) all day lol
so, we have a hotel, Wynd somehow bought an iPod (i dont know where he got the money) but he can't put osngs on it caus we dont have a computer adn we can't afford it. (good job, Wynd.)
Gotta go, Wynd jsut flew in with bags full of stuff.
He says its a comptuer. Oh god.

Angels

I speak to angels day, night, and every time I can.

Fall Flihawk

fixed!

here we go!

I'm in love with an angel

It's against the law and true

I'm in love with an angel

The angel is just like you

I know an angel

he weeps for humanities race

I'm in love with an angel

I know an angel

he loves me right back

he's lost in time and space.

I'm in love with an angel

Yes, I love you angel

he protects me from satins black.

Please come to love me

I love my angel

I love my beautiful golden haired angel

I love my angel

And love you can see

he is my shield

my shield

my strength

strength

my portion, deliverer

deliverer

my shelter, strong tower

strong tower

my very present help in time of need

in time of need

he is my angel

my guardian angel

he is my angel

my godspeaker

he is my angel

my love

he is my guardian

my guardian angel

he wears a crown halo

halo of light

his wings are golden shine

gleaming gold

his arms are strong and present

humbly he came to me!

he is my angel

my angel

my godspeaker

godspeaker...

my love

love forever

he is my guardian

guardian angel...

he gives me wings

wings

good wings to soar

gives me wings to soar....

I am broken

he is whole

I have a guardian angel

he has a charge

He gave his wings for mine

my wings are his

Now I can fly free forever

once more.

this isn't the original but I like it just the same.

YAHOO!!!!

I fix'd it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HELP!!!!!!

I NEED FELLOW BLOGGERS HELP!!!!
I jsut started a second blog and it kinda messed up my name (it says posted by Veronica Acinorev insted Fall Flihawk) Comment me on how to fix it, PLZ!!!!!

say hi to Aeesha

hey guys. As you can see, I have my first team member blogger WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope other people want to share with me on my blog, on my quest to become number one!
Was that out loud? I can never tell
Fall Flihawk

say hi to Aeesha

As you can see, I have my first (but hopefully not last) team member. WOO HOO!!!!!! I'm really stepping up in the world!

wow!!!!

Lookie!!! i can post on fall's blog!!! sweet! I'm Aeesha, I've got a blog of my own and miss Fall Flihawk is my best friend. Now that I've said hi to all Fall's readers i can say bye! visit my blog... right here http://www.roseofflame.blogspot.com/

^^^^^NEW^^^^^^^^^PICTURE^^^^^

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check that out! New Picture stuffs took about an hour to figure out and sorry its a little fuzzy and hard to read, but I'll try to fix it up. I want everyone to tell me what they think, nad that means YOU!!!!!!

Fall Flihawk

Library books

Wynd here.
I'm tired.
We just flew off again, but were stopped by a bunch of flying Vampires. Man, they seriously need to get a life. They're like, blood blood blood blood! It annoys the heck outta me!
We kicked their undead Vampire butts though. Fall was like, I'm gonna kick your butts cause you are making me freaking mad and sad about my little baby birds! She got most of them anyway. Their worst enemy? Fall Flihawk.
Yeah, we're at a library now in Kansas. Fall is absorbed in Maximum Ride 1. Angie is reading a joke book, Hawk is on Runescape, Skie and Raven are talking to a librarian.
Oh. They're getting books on birds.
Fall is checking out a book that's talking about birds with broken wings that healed or had surgery that fixed them.
we're leaving now.
See ya later!-Wynd

Time to say goodbye

Time to say goodbye to the little baby falcons. I'll miss the little guys, they were so cute. But I taught them to fly, and taught them to hunt and how to survive. The others helped a bit, with getting worms and stuff. But the babies had to fly now.
I stand outside, with them in my hands. I hold open my palm and throw him out into the air. He flies away from the balcony I landed on and does fine. Turns to the starboard (right) and came right back and slammed into the wall though.
The other two didn't want to leave either.
Well. I got three little kids! they're so cute, but I told them they gotta go. Gotta get pushed out of the nest.
They finally understood, and after a heartbreaking good-bye, they left.
but, good thing.
they each had a molt (their feathers fell out while new ones grew in) and I have them now. I'm gonna make a necklace or something to wear made of falcon feathers.
Goodbye, my babies.

Fallen Babies

I was walking around today while the others were scouting for a place to stay, and I found-guess what? A dead bird. With three chicks around it. They were still pretty young, so I picked them up and held them and decided to take care of them. They were very fussy, so to gain their trust I changed into bird form and fed the little guys. they ate like it was the last meal they would get. I figured out the mom bird had been killed by a coyote when she had gone for worms and the babies had fallen when they tried to get to her after the coyote left.
But now I have three children to look after, and here comes Wynd. Gotta go, cause he's gonna ask me about them.
-Fall Flihawk

Stupid Blogger

Dang blogger made me publish a blank post. Oh well I'm filling it in now. I just noticed the spellchecker at the top. Wonder if I could use it, maybe.... MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!
So, what's happening, kiddos? HI DUSTIN!!!!! Even though you live in Arkansas and don't have Internet =-( nooooooooooooooo! lol I typed ya a letter Dustin I just haven't edited it and printed it out so don't hate me lol.
See y'all later!
Fall Flihawk

First Flight

Sorry about the cliffhanger, guys, but this is still in the making. I have a few more chaps, and when I get comments telling me to post 'em, I'll post 'em! So, post on flying lovers, post on.

Wynd just read what I wrote and he's just sobbing like a kid. Shut up, ya big baby.
He called me a moron. Jerk!
Anyway, Angie has been really angry at me, still jealous of me. She can't take back what she did, though, and though I forgave her she never apologized. Not verbally anyway. She said sorry with her eyes which is the most sincere sorry I'll get.
Sorry about the bad spelling, guys. Ya can read it, though, right? That's what counts!
You're flying friend,
Fall Flihawk.

Ten Years Earlier

I'm going to post some or all of chapter one of my story now...


The experiment had begun with no flaws, no catches, no panics. No worries, problems, or anything else could burst the doctors’ bubble of happiness they felt now, now that the experiment would begin. They had gotten children from everywhere, from the Air Clan, with wings and the ability to change into birds at a moments notice, the Fire Clan, with flame for hair and the ability to change into flame, the Water Clan with webbed fingers and toes and aqua-bluish hair, able to change into any water creature, and the Earth Clan, with their sharp, claw like fingernails, able to change into any land creature. Not to mention that they could use the Clans element: Fire could use fire, Water used water, and so on.
They were all descendants of Mother Nature and Father Time, the Mother giving them the ability to blend with their surroundings and the way to know nature and tap into other living things, to understand trees and frogs and why the wolves howled at the moon, and the Father gave them immortality... until they got themselves slain in some stupid battle with the humans, which, thanks to the humans seemingly endless stupidity, happened a lot.
For the thousandth time, the Head chief looked at the sundial, waiting for the shadow to move a few degrees over, when the time would be for the children to arrive... and for the experiments to begin. This project had started a few years ago, bringing kids in who were six years of age. This was supposed to go on for twenty years, until the last arrived. Each arrival was to test how the ones already there to their resistance or acceptance to change. The children of the Tribe of Fire had so far been the most aggressive, landing a six year old in the infirmary for two solid months once. The most accepting group was the Tribe of Earth, the Tribe of Water being after them and then the Tribe of Air. The Air clan didn’t show outward aggressiveness like the Fire tribe did, but the mental abuse and shunning were evident, and it took one a week to be allowed to even talk to the others. They had maintained silence for a week, being naturally cautious, and had only spoken when they were pretty sure the new arrival did not pose a threat. Of course, they could never be sure who posed threats nowadays.
The impatient, self-appointed leader began to pace back and forth in front of the dial, hoping the shipment of the new subjects was going to be here right on time or earlier. He hated lateness, and that was a fact that everyone tried to avoid. Lateness was laziness, and could either get you a gentle reprimand or a toss from the cliffs... with your hands and legs tied together, with your tongue cut out, eyes gouged out. They tried to make it as hard as possible for the late ones to survive, and to make it as painful as they could.
His pulse quickened as he looked out his window. There, just barely visible, was a mast, and it was slowly growing bigger, until at last the ship came into sight. Already, a fleet of his largest ships were being rowed out to meet them and bring them in.
He rubbed his hands together like a gleeful schoolboy who had just stuck a crayon up the bully’s nose.
“Get the other captives. Bring them out to meet their new... siblings.” He ordered two guards at his door. They opened the door and relayed the message to the eight extra guards outside, closed the door and turned to wait his next command.
He smiled. “Bring them in. Once we have the next experiments, you know what to do with the... late survivors.”
It was true. The shadow was just a sliver past the marker.
* * *
Hawk had a fierce face, even by a nine-year-olds standard.
His golden eyes were often squinted to tiny slits, like hawks eyes, his sharp chin made all the sharper from lack of a proper diet. His hair had been ‘fixed’ for the occasion: slicked back and put up in a ponytail. He liked it down more; it felt more natural than this stupid tie in his hair.
His lips were tight together, pursed almost permanently because of his often looks of skepticism at the new experiments. His cheeks were a bit hollow, and his eyebrows were almost nonexistent below his bangs. He now jerked his head to one side to get his bangs out of his face. His hair was mottled with tans and browns and a few blacks, and streaks of blond here and there. His eyebrows were thin, and he was not very strong, but what he showed in lack of muscle he made up for being very fast and agile. He was rather short, and it came in handy when he didn’t want to be found. He had made clothes with feathers sewn on everywhere, in the exact plumage of a hawk.
His eyes were much more movable than normal humans’ eyes, one able to stay in one spot while the other twisted around. He didn’t use this feature often, because it made him dizzy, but he thought it was funny that his eyes were closer to the sides of his head than humans eyes.
Yes, he was an odd looking child, but by no means ugly. In fact, he was quite handsome, even for a nine-year-old. His olive colored skin glowed in the sunlight as he was lead, surrounded by guards, out into the bright sunlight. He took a deep breath of fresh air. It was a miracle to be out here again, when he had waited for this for months. He had not been out since one of the others had managed to escape for a while. But they had gotten Wynd back, beaten and bruised, and another week of beatings later he was put back in the cell with Hawk and Angelica. Angelica hated her name, so everyone called her Angie for short. Hawk knew that he and Angie were probably meant to ‘go forth and multiply’ as the guards kept teasing them about. They said the next one would be Wynds spouse one day, and he split their lip. He still had the scars on his back from getting his back sliced open by the enraged guard’s sword. But no one had made fun of any of them since. Hawk examined Wynd again, as if expecting a freckle to pop onto his flawless nose.
Wynds eyes were a beautiful dark black, even most of the white part. The black was flecked with silver and gold, the eye colors of his mother and father. His lips were a pale color, just a shade darker than his skin. His peach skin was now tan from being detailed to outside work, but it had gotten lighter since they had begun the Great Confinement, as the Avian children called it amongst themselves.
Hawk was nine, the oldest and the leader. Angie was next, eight. Her hair was a beautiful midnight black with a blue sheen in the moonlight, but it reflected blinding white in the sunlight, like now. Her green, intense eyes took everything in, and she still hadn’t lost her wide-eyed, I-am-an-innocent-child-lost-in-the-world look. She was the most childish of them, in fact. She was often the happy-go-lucky of the bleak group, pulling them onto their feet after a hardship. Slowly, their friendships grew and they began to trust each other more.
Wynds blonde hair caught the sun and reflected, temporarily blinding a girl on the boat, gazing at it.

The girls’ full name was Falcon, and she liked the name. Her mother often called her Fal, though, and it soon stuck, becoming a childish nickname. But the six-year-old loved it, like any six-year-old would.
Her intelligent silver eyes gazed at Wynds hair, realizing they were surrounded,
all grim looking, none looking as if they had been loved.
She smiled suddenly, and leapt forward, onto the prow of the ship. The captain noticed her, and began shouting, his face white. But she ignored the guards on the ship running at her, and she did what she had always been forbidden to do.
She leapt off the edge of the ship, enjoying the rush of wind past her cheeks, and then, a yard before hitting the water, she unfurled her wings, hovering an inch form the water. She propelled herself up and foreword, trying to get away from the ship, and she flew up into the sky, swirling, twirling, spinning soaring, spiraling, flying. Her wonderful brown and tan wings caught the sunlight, making them sheen a gold color. She knew that to the guards below, she looked just like an angel.
And the six-year-old was just fine with that.

Hawk, Wynd and Angie were put into their shared cell once again. Wynd knew they might not be nice to the girl they knew was Falcon. Wynd watched Hawk unfurl his tawny blackish-brown wings speckled with lighter browns and even some white and tan.
“What do you think of her?” He asked the other two softly.
“She’s a pretty girl, even by Avian standards,” Said Angie, smirking at Hawk. He gave her a withering glance.
While Angie was looking at Hawk with a mixture of amusement and jealousy, Wynd was blushing furiously. He looked out the barred window, where she was still flying. He looked around, winked at the other two, who nodded. He quickly shifted into his eagle form and hopped out the window. The guards had put them in the wrong room. He smiled at their idiocy for a minute. Then Hawk followed as.... well, as to be expected, a hawk. Angie followed as her natural shape, a snowy owl.
The three flew towards Falcon, and she turned, saw them and smiled, letting out several chirrup sounds to show her joy.
Hawk whistled back, long and piercing and high. Wynd clicked his teeth like his family would have a beak severely, smirking at the funny sound. Angie let a long trill out and put on a burst of speed.
The four met in midair, and began to exchange old family greetings, news of the first three’s parents. Hawks eyes widened as she told him gently that his father had been shot down by a stray arrow during target practice.

None of this matters anymore, for it was all ten years ago. I’m just filling you all in with some facts, and telling you now the experiment didn’t have any delays. But there is one more thing that I feel you should know that happened four years after our meeting, six years after the... present.

crash landing!

*puff puff* We just landed. Well, I just crashed, the other nine landed. Skie is having a hay day out there, picking pine cones and throwing them at us. He better not hit me, I've got a handica- HEY!! Watch where you throw those things!
jeez. He has no idea what its like, does he? Having wings but not being able to fly well? I'm just a liability to the little group of us, the Tribe. I just slow everyone down.
Anyway, I was telling my life story, right? well. Where was I? oh, yeah...
I had flown toward them, but the guards took them inside. A minute later they were flying between the bars in their natural bird form. The guards put them in the wrong cell in their excitement of getting another shipload of kids to do tests on. What jerks.
Anyway, we flew around for a while, but the guards herded us back in. we didn't want to escape. Wynd had done that once and he had been caught, beaten.
So now the end of all hope has come. I should tell you how I got cripple, but that can wait.
Wishing you all happy, winged lives
Fall Flihawk

I'm back

Okay, guys, remember, all of this is from a couple of million years ago, so I'm no kid anymore. I resemble a young twenty year old with my wings tucked in, so when I fly I'm an angel. An angel with a broken wing.
So, keep in mind that this is from a couple of million years ago and I have to remember what heppened.
Angie won't stop calling me Fall. Dove does, but thats because she cant say Fal very well. Wynd accidentially called me Fall, and he got really upset. But it's okay. Really. IT just makes a hammer slamm into my heart, making my wing hurt really horribly, makes me so freakign mad at Angie.
More on that later.
Anyway, I'm telling you about the day I came to the prision, when I was still able to fly wihtout a broken wing.

I was six years old. I had been on the huge ship surrounded by four other figures at the starboard (right) side of the boat. I had looked up, saw my future innmates surrounded by guards. I had run forward as I saw Wynd, as his hair nearly blinded me caus of the way the sun glinted off it. I had snapped my wings open, and soared. I had not been alowed to fly since I got on the boat. It had been horrible.
The kids on the island were watching me closely, watchign how I flew. Angie, Hawk and Wynd were their names. (say WIND like the wind outside, not wind like a yo-yo string. Some ding dong at school didn't understand that concept, people.)
Oh, wait... oh crap. I hear sirens. Wynd did you pay for this laptop?
No, he didn't.
Well. This is just ducky.
More later, guys!

I'm bored

Well, I went flying today.
No, not flying flying, hang gliding flying.
I can fly for short periods of time with my real wings, but it hurts like hell, man. Wynd (I'll put up a list later) said that maybe someone could fix it, now that they have all that surgery stuff now, and I punched him in the nose. (sorry Wynd!)
Anyway, Hawk say we better fly off now. Dangit, I like this computer!
It's at the Broken arrow, Oklahoma library.
Okay, maybe not spectacular, but oh well. I better get my hang glider.
I hate my wings.
-Depressed fall

Flying Free prologue

PROLOGUE

Fall watched the pre-dawn light through the silver prison bars, wondering if she would ever be able to fly properly again.
She sighed as she heard the guards changing shifts, wondering why there were so many of them. Usually if experiments were done to her or her friends, they were done together, but apparently not today. Then, a minute later, she winced as the doors next to her opened, and she watched outside as guards came out, carrying seven bundles, looking very much like people in bags.
She frowned as the smallest bundle moved slightly, and then began to thrash around. Then, she heard a small, piercing scream.
Dove! Fall thought urgently. She watched, wide eyed, as the guards brought the bundles toward the edge of the huge cliff facing the sea. The sea was vast, and no one could see the other side, not from any place on their island. That was why this was such a good place for a prison. It was a prison, having no other name.
They hit Dove over the head, and the bag went limp once again. The fourteen guards brought the bundles to the cliff and began to swing.
One...two...three...
Then they let go of the bags, which began to fall down, down, down, down to the foamy, churning sea and out of sight below the deep, dark depths.
“NO!” Fall began to scream, slamming herself onto the bars, shirking at the guards below, her wings out smashing the walls.
One looked up. “Someone subdue Criplewings, fast!” He shouted.
Guards had been waiting for this moment, and her cell door was open. She flew at the guards, screaming, and tackled one, kicking him very hard in his throat, hearing a satisfying crack.
Then one hit her over the head with a dagger hilt, and her eyes rolled up into her head as she sank into oblivion.