Cyl~

Dawn found me exiting the Bog and Burrow, still crunching caterpillars. I slept soundly until twilight, then decided to take a short flight. Now, I find myself circling a large compound set apart from a bustling city by a long, treelined road. I know what happens inside the building, of course. I know what happened to me near this building, yet I force myself to fly over it. Is it anger that drives me? Ridiculous bravery? The exhilarating winds of night sweep me onto their twilight currents. My thoughts are blown from my head by the rushing, roaring, all powerful wind. I feel it in my feathers; an encircling curtain. Let go of your lingering anger, it whispers, disperse your hidden fears. Maybe I am scared of the looming building. I cry out in defiance. I want the world to hear my scream. I want the wind to know that Cyl Talon is not afraid of memories, enemies, or even death. But only the night listens. 

Flame woke up and shook the snow of her white scales and silver and blue tipped frill. Just then she saw two pieces of paper flying toward her. The gigantic dragon shot into the air and caught the messages. One she immediately burned to a crisp. It was a message from some organization called B.I.G. But the other message was from someone called Little Crow, whose aunt had been captured by B.I.G. Suddenly she remembered something. Her mother watching her fly away desperately shouting "Watch out for B.I.G!". Flame shot up. She had to save this crow!

Okay, I'm really confused. I tried to read all of it, but it's late, so someone please explain this to me. And has everyone forgotten about Shika? My other character? 

Catching up with the rest of you here. Question: what do you guys have in your heads as the B.I.G. dormitories? Separate rooms, or a sort of Harry Potter-ish set up? 

Seth~

Even official scientists have to attend classes. Let me tell you one thing: they are boring. As the youngest person in the class, I don't even try to pay attention to the useless lectures. What good are some unpronounceable words and whiteboard drawings? Experience is the best teacher. Half the people in the class hate me, including Miss Trycson. I usually end up screwing and unscrewing my pen, tuning out the words about B.I.G.'s latest projects and achievements. Thus, afternoon classes always come and go without enlightening me on the marvelous world of science one bit. Perhaps that's why Freya always calls me "Clueless-Screwless." 

After supper, we have a few minutes to ourselves in the dorms before curfew. I usually spend the time mapping out new a few improvements for my pen on a piece of paper which has been smudged and erased some many times that it is now a grayish color. Tonight, I leave the window next to my unmade bed open, and I listen to the still, cool night. I nearly drop my pencil (yes, occasionally I do use pencils instead of my pen) when I hear the loud cry of an owl. I still remember the snowy owl who attacked me. The owl outside my window is small, with brown feathers covered in little white spots. It's a Palau owl. It circles the dormitories for a few seconds, and then soars away. I'm about to close the window when I hear a rustle in the scraggly bushes growing against the wall. Something slams into the bushes. I turn my head just in time to see a black blur round the corner, and disappear. I watch for the figure to come back, but it doesn't. Maybe it was transferring the package to an accomplice, and it accidentally put it under my window instead. Or maybe it was meant for me... 

It's now or never. I have to find out what is in that package.

2 minutes later, my courage worn away, I crouch on the windowsill, probably looking like an idiot. A cowardly idiot. The brick sill is cold and slippery under my hands... or maybe its my hands that are slippery. What if the person comes back? What if someone comes to retrieve the package and its not for me? What if I break my collerbone, or my arm... or a leg... or all three?

Oh well, here goes nothing. I jump.  

Zerdan~

Panting, I watch as the human sits perched on the windowsill. Everything that could have gone wrong, and a few other things too, had gone wrong tonight. It had begun as a simple journey into the forest, shadowing the groups of animals grouping together in a clearing. This was clearly different behavior than normal animals exhibited. I was beginning to think that the humans could communicate with the animals, but needed proof. Then two humans entered the area, and were definitely conversing with the various creatures around the clearing. I made a note. This only appeared to exist in this part of the world, oddly. Unfortunately for my note-taking, I was discovered by the human. I ran. However, the human's friend had been creeping around the other side of the tree, and tackled me to the ground, so I was forced to use my anti-pursuant device. I regretted the decision, but it was necessary. Then, still chased by the group of creatures, I ran past the large building, hoping to lose them. Of course, I dropped all of my carefully taken notes in view of another human, who is currently sitting on the aforementioned windowsill, attempting to reach them. This had not been a good day. I reach for my anti-pursuant device, and slowly advance. I need those notes.

Trill shook her head and sighed. She had hadly paid attention during the whole meeting-she was thinking so hard about the magic. Who could it be? They would have to be advanced to know  that spell. Yes, Trill knew a little bit about magic herself. Not a lot though. And she had never been trained, so... But this still bugged her.

After the meeting was over, Trill and Tani trekked back through the woods to get back home, They were both lost in thought the whole time. Suddenly, as the side of the B.I.G. dorms came into view, they saw what looked like an owl fly over and drop something under a window. Trill grabbed Tani's arm nervously. Then, what Trill believed was Seth's window opened, and a shadow appeared in it. She shook a little. When she saw Seth's head turn around, she and Tani dashed madly for the front of the building. Tani threw a rock at the guard box again. He looked alarmed, and complied. They ran scared to Trill's room. And they were just in time. As soon as they shut the door, Trill heard the whirr of the machines come back on. Panting with relief, she said, "Well, I hope he didn't see us." Tani panted in reply. Glancing around, Trill pushed Tani out the door, from the direction of the bathroom. "You have to leave. Good night-"

They spoke together. "And good luck." 

(Hope you don't mind me using Tani a little. Thanks! ;))