The girl ran out of the woods as if the devil was at her feet. She had been running for a while now, and she loved the feeling. There was nothing more powerful then the wind whipping at her face and the soft grass under her feet. Well, almost nothing. There was still the feeling of flight, of being able to shape the air under her sleek wings. But she didn't want to think about flying, nor about the man who took everything away.

She had fallen for him, and only second later had he ripped her wings from her. After that, nothing was the same again. She left him, cursed him, and prayed that her other self would return. It never did.

But at times like these, when she was running with all her might, she could feel her old self returning. She could hear the caw of a hawk and her heartbeat quicken. Glancing to the side, her shadow would be of her mighty other self. There was nothing like these moments, and she wished them never to end.

As she ran out of energy and slowed down, the feeling would vanish and she would be nothing but a young girl yet again.

But this time would be different, she swore to herself. She could feel herself getting tired, but still she kept on, pushing herself to the almost-breaking point. The wind was hurting her face, and her legs were starting to become sore. She had spent weeks preparing for what she was about to do, and there would be no way that she was going to mess up. The girl could see that where the grass turned to dirt was coming closer and closer and closer and -

She didn't want to die. But what was life without flying? How could she continue with never being able to change her shape? She wasn't like normal people, she just couldn't move on with her life. She wanted to live. But she couldn't live without her wings.

- and she pushed off at the end of the cliff with her foot. For the first time in years, she was floating, and she felt alive again. There was nothing like the feeling. She could run for the rest of her life and never feel like this.

And then she was falling.


Plot~

It has been known for just about forever that there are shape-shifters out there. They are born with the power, and ever person has the same chance of birthing one. The shifters were blessed by the Nameless Ones and they, obviously, have the power to shift into an animal for and quickly and as effectively as one would slip on a shirt and pants. Many were very human-like in their natural forms, but some acted too much like their animal side and were pushed out from society. They were completely fine with that, though, because their animal instincts told them to just avoid humans altogether.
And so things stayed like that. The shifters never mentioned their powers to the humans and only mated with other shifters, and the humans did the same. As time progressed, people started to forget that there were even such things as shape-shifters, and the shifters said nothing. The shifter thought it would be best if no one remembered about the power they had, and the shifter population slowly shifted out of the minds of the human.
Now it is present-day, and humans have completely lost memory of shape-shifters. The shifters keep to themselves and only talk about their existence to themselves and the people who have birthed a baby shifter.
The newest generation of shape-shifters, though, didn't stick to the old ways as they had been taught, instead they were reckless and interacted with humans all the time. And then, one by one, they fell in love. If the human returned their affections, something would happen. They would lose the ability to shape-shift. There is no known reason for this, nor is there a way to change it.


Plot #2~

So in other words, suddenly shape-shifters are losing their ability left and right because they fell in love with a human. What I was planning on doing is having this a 1x1, where either one of us is the human lover and the other the no longer shifter, or having one of us a human with no connections to the sifter, and a no longer shifter trying to find a way to become a shifter. Personally, I like the second one because we would have more to go with, and I already have and idea of how to break the 'curse'. If we do the second, the human and the shifter could slowly fall in love as they find a way to make the shifter become a shifter again.


Rules~

All normal rules apply.

No bios. I'm sick of them right now >.<

 This is either semi-literate or literate, it's your choice.

And finally, I don't care who's the shifter and who's the human.

Oooh, this sounds interesting. Could I be the shifter girl?

Mmm, sure. Do you want to do the first idea in plot number two, or the second?

I like numero dos. ( Sounds cooolll!)

Alright. Do you want to do bios, or just go with start?

Bios. If that's OK with yoouuu...

Yeah it's fine, you can post yours first, it might take me a while >.<

Kk. Finding bio skely to copy...

Uh,..... you know what? I won't make a bio. We can just describe them in the RP. (Sorry, just saw your complaint about bios.) But you have to post first.

[[ugh, I hate posting first >.< And since you're the shifter, it would be easier for me to just jump in.]]

Mark had a weird dream the night before. For some reason, he was a girl in it. That wasn't the weird part, though, he was used to being in weird shapes when in the dream world. No, what was strange was the feeling. It was like he was being stalked by some otherworldly being. He was frightened, and he tried to see what was watching him. He saw nothing, but heard the rustle of something above. At that point, he took off, running as fast as he could- which was apparently very fast in his current form. He had been in a forest before, and then suddenly he was in a large grassy area with no tree in sight. He quit running to look around. There was grass, sky, and just about nothing else.

And then he heard the caw. Mark's head snapped to the left, and he saw a giant shadow of a bird coming closer and closer. There was a feeling as though something was being ripped away from him - a pain he had never experienced before.

After that, everything went blank and he woke to the sound of his alarm clock. Yes, that was a very strange dream, but surly it meant something. Something Mark had yet to find out, of course. So where would he go when there was something to discover?

The library of course.

((Wait, so is my charrie supposed to be a bird shifter? Or is she supposed to be the bird shifter in your intro? Or what?))

[[Just make someone up. The person in the intro died, but you could still be her if you want. And Mark was just having a random dream because I didn't know what to say.]]

((OH,ok. Can I be a bird girl?O.O))
                                         U ))

(( Hewo?))

[[You can be anyone you want, guy, girl, fox, falcon, as long as it's a shifter.]]

Meh-kay. I'll be a birdie girl, then.

[[Start then.]]

(( Is it okay if she's in first person?))

     I was running, dashing, sprinting. I prepared to shift, shift into a beautiful Northern White-faced Owl, my lovely gray and white wings slicing the cool air. Then I painfully realized, all over again, that I could no longer shift. My left eye turned from amber to red, my right, grayish-blue eye turned pure icy blue. The same way it had on that dreaful afternoon.
     I had started showing him my abilities, and then, involuntarily, I had shifted back. When I tried again, I... I couldn't. I had seen the look of shock on his face, the fear. I didn't even have time to explain. The boy's disgusted sentence echoed horribly in my head. " You're... a freak!" He had rushed out the door, and my eyes had shone those bright colors. I understood that I had just made the mistake of my life.
      Red for anger. Blue for sadness. Sad that I could no longer shift, angry that it was because of him. Sad that he had left me, angry for the reason why. Sad that I had to face the facts, angry at myself for letting my guard down. I skidded to a halt, and dropped on the grass behind some building. People would see me, which was just what I didn't want, but I was too depressed to care. I cried in that silent way I had, and felt myself falling asleep...

(( Is it okay if she's in first person?))

     I was running, dashing, sprinting. I prepared to shift, shift into a beautiful Northern White-faced Owl, my lovely gray adn white wings slicing the cool air. Then I painfully realized, all over again, that I could no longer shift. My left eye turned from amber to red, my right, grayish-blue eye turned pure icy blue. The same way it had on that dreaful afternoon.
     I had started showing him my abilities, and then, involuntarily, I had shifted back. When I tried again, I... I couldn't. I had seen the look of shock on his face, the fear. I didn't even have time to explain. The boy's disgusted sentence echoed horribly in my head. " You're... a freak!" He had rushed out the door, and my eyes had shone those bright colors. I understood that I had just made the mistake of my life.
      Red for anger. Blue for sadness. Sad that I could no longer shift, angry that it was because of him. Sad that he had left me, angry for the reason why. Sad that I had to face the facts, angry at myself for letting my guard down. I skidded to a halt, and dropped on the grass behind some building. People would see me, which was just what I didn't want, but I was too depressed to care. I cried in that silent way I had, and felt myself falling asleep...

(( Is it okay if she's in first person?))

     I was running, dashing, sprinting. I prepared to shift, shift into a beautiful Northern White-faced Owl, my lovely gray adn white wings slicing the cool air. Then I painfully realized, all over again, that I could no longer shift. My left eye turned from amber to red, my right, grayish-blue eye turned pure icy blue. The same way it had on that dreaful afternoon.
     I had started showing him my abilities, and then, involuntarily, I had shifted back. When I tried again, I... I couldn't. I had seen the look of shock on his face, the fear. I didn't even have time to explain. The boy's disgusted sentence echoed horribly in my head. " You're... a freak!" He had rushed out the door, and my eyes had shone those bright colors. I understood that I had just made the mistake of my life.
      Red for anger. Blue for sadness. Sad that I could no longer shift, angry that it was because of him. Sad that he had left me, angry for the reason why. Sad that I had to face the facts, angry at myself for letting her guard down. I skidded to a halt, and dropped on the grass behind some building. People would see me, which was just what I didn't want, but I was too depressed to care. I cried in that silent way I had, and felt myself falling asleep...