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I sat up in the grass, rubbing my throbbing forehead with the palm of my hand. I had been flying too long last night, and probably crashed here. It wasn't as easy to remember things anymore. I used too much energy trying to forget.

It had been a few months since I last saw anyone like me. Or anyone at all, for that matter. Ever since me and those other human-avians tried to invade some building, things were blurry. Our plan failed, and we were separated from each other. I got out luckily, and I flew away as fast as I could. I forgot about the others. Until now. I stood up, leaning against a tree for support. My wings were tired and sore. I let them hang behind me as I walked through the dense forest, looking for a river or something to quench my thirst.

(I posted like I promised! But since it's been so long since we last roleplayed, I made it be more in the like, later times. So what I made 85 do was that they went to the school, got captured, and 85 escaped. The others could have too, if you want, but 85 doesn't know where they are!)

(Oh. Okay. Well, I think it's alright to be miraculous here and have someone meet up. I like Nudge. So it should be Nudge.)

I heard a sound coming from my left, and I jumped up, grabbing the branch of the tree with my arms. The wood was knobbly and rough, but I swung myself up with only a little difficulty, and perched there silently.
Max had said, "Go get wood. Don't take too long. If anyone comes, hide."
Well, I was hidden. More or less. And besides, even if it was someone bad, I could take them out.
Things had changed since we escaped. We were all shaken up, and more cautious. Max was quieter, but stricter. Fang had done the same and stepped out of the shadows, telling everyone what to do as well. We had barely gotten out. Angel was hurt badly, so she could only fly for an hour or so at a time. Iggy had broken an arm.
And Gazzy was lost intirely.
I missed him. Sometimes when it was late at night I would get up and pretend he was there with me, and we'd - I'd - joke around and laugh. Quietly, though. So Max wouldn't wake up and find out. She told me at first that we'd find him, and that nothing could seperate us. That was two months ago, but she still hasn't given up. Every day we pack up and leave and look for him somewhere else.
I'm afraid we'll never find him.
But enough about that.
The crunching got louder, and I shrank behind the leaves of the tree, my back pressed up against the trunk.

Sorry. Forgot to sign on.

I suddenly had the feeling like someone else was near. I tensed, but pretended to continue walking. I stepped close to a tree, and let my foot get tangled in a root. "Ah," I said, not having time for any other reaction. I fell to the ground, and my head hit a rock. I pretended to be knocked out. Play dead.