ANIMORPHS: Book 1: The Intruders

[Forlin (old)]

Forlin frowned. <You are inferring that I have a problem with that?> he replied amusedly. <I have no problem with it at all. Two years ago, I may have. But I am...of this world now. And maybe the human females are the only ones to believe,> he added. A stalk-eye swung to Galanor—a strange name for a human; sounded almost Andalite—and he watched her morphing. He could not believe what he saw, and was impressed, though he wasn’t quite sure what a “harpy” was. <You are an estreen?> he wondered.

[shakoa]

I saw Galanor, and immediately felt the crows brain hop into action: it got territoryal, for it was another male crow, much like himself, in his, mine, our territory. I jumped and cawwed loudly and flew straight for the crow. <Galanor!> I called loudly. <Dodge!> I quickly gained control after she dodged, then landed on a fallen branch.

[shakoa]

I looked at her, too. <Must be,> I said, and flew and caught a small rat, the size of a kitten and ate it. I would've gagged if I were a human.

[shakoa]

<Sorry,> I said. I looked at Elizan, then at Forlin. <Aww. Two Andalites, a female and a male.> I quickly got out of it. NO, I told myself. I can't be the Marco of this group, someone who jokes about missions, and says 'Insane!' all the time.

[Galanor Rosewind]

<Um, maybe,> Galanor replied, unsure. <I don't know.> She remembered the term. That was someone naturally good at morphing, wasn't it? Hm. Interesting that she might be one of them.

The other male crow, the one that she recognized as Claire, dived at her. Startled, she dodged out of the way even before her warning. <Get control!> she yelled to Claire. The crow mind balked at hers, but she tried her best to control herself. Her own crow's mind wanted to attack the rival that had just flewn at her. It also wanted to check out some of the rotting garbage around the perimiter. And the milipede crawling across the dirt. And the shining penny that was laying by the couch. And... <No,> she said to herself. <Don't lose it now.>

She had noticed Forlin's confusion. <Oh, a harpy is a mythological creature. Ancient greek. They were said to be evil women with the wings and talons of vultures or eagles. Sometimes they have beaks, too.>

[shakoa]

I demorphed on the ground. <Well, shouldn't we, uh pick a leader now?> I asked, startling myself with my own 'voice' as humans would call it.

[shakoa]

(we will wait until when Forlin gets back on, k? he is OffLine.)

[shakoa]

(plus, how do you change your avatar/make a siggy?)

[shakoa]

Sees its almost midnight. <Claire, since you run away alot, would you like to stay in my ship?>

[Galanor Rosewind]

((No problem. :3))

((Go to your profile, and click modify profile. All your information can be edited from there. And if you want to change your siggy to some picture that you found or whatever, put the URL where it says Custom Avatar. They can only be 100x100 pixels max, but can be less. There's a good selection of some to choose from though if you don't want to make one custom.))

[shakoa]

I nod. "Yes, of course." I pick up my clothes and put them in a bag. then goes to where the ship is. "Night!"

I follow, aware that Forlin and Galanor have other homes to attend to.

(gtg!)

[shakoa]

(thnx. bye!)

[shakoa]

(do u guys want to rp? or isn't everyone here? or just ignore me and don't rp at all)

[Galanor Rosewind]

Forlin's busy at the moment. And I'm just hanging out. :/

[Forlin (old)]

((Yes, I must get these mathematical problems completed before tonight. I apologise on the delay, but people have things that are called lives, no offense. I am sure you have one too, so please, be understanding and patient.))