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((Cecil: 50% Northern Mockingbird))

Cecil sighed, he's been doing that a lot lately. It felt like the rest of his life was unfolding like a Mastercard commercial.

Feathers- $0

Shoulder Wings- $0

Beak- $0

Funky bird feet- $0

Fact that you're stuck on an island for the rest of your life- Priceless.

That didn't mean he wasn't getting used to things. Like all human- Well, partial humans, he got used to it. It was human... It was just nature. What he really wanted to was see if this transformation did anything with his vocal chords at all, if he could make any audible sound that was loud enough, maybe this whole thing wouldn't be completely worthless after all. Balancing on his grown talons, he walked over to the creek, still not quite used to this whole bird feet business.

He must've tripped over something, because he suddenly fell, and let out a loud SQUAWK!

What. Was. That.

Cecil got up, that was him, wasn't it? He didn't know whether to jump for joy, or twitch in slight disgust that such a inhuman note came out of his mouth... Beak. Oh screw it, he's at the halfway point, there wasn't any turning back at any rate.

That's when he felt the vibration on the ground with his bird-feet, his wings twitched, wanting to get out of the way, but he knew better then to try. Ah well, if there was anything to get out of this whole serum business, it was to know what another species felt like, which was admittedly pretty cool. Cecil tilted his head, and found the source of the vibration, feathers... Pink feathers. Another bird?

Cecil gave a small wave, and took out a notebook from his jean pockets, ready to talk when it was time.

It's so hard to recognize people when they change! Literately and figuratively. Cecil knew he saw her somewhere before, but that must've been a pretty long time ago. They were both growing feathers, and wings, and legs. God, this was awkward. He knew having things in common with someone you knew was a good thing, but geez... He grabbed a pen in his pocket with a feathered hand and wrote,

I swear we've met before somewhere. He showed it to her.

Cecil nodded. Yep, they've definitely met.

Still... It was so.... awkward.

So she was turning into a bird too? She made Cecil feel better, he wasn't the only one falling down. Nothing like someone to relate to.

Yeah, it's me, been through some growing pains, you too, huh? Cecil wasn't about to ask what her name was again, he didn't want to seem impolite.

I hate walking with these things. Cecil wrote, lifting one of his legs while giving her the notebook to read. They felt heavier, like a huge unbreakable cast was put on them.

Worse part is... He began to write with the notebook still in Jasmine's hands, I'm still talking with this thing. :~) The little face at the end trying to say that he was okay with it, but in reality, he wasn't.

There was a pause, his pen still on the paper.

I hate having wings. He wrote, changing subject, Especially with everything in my brain telling me to fly... -.-;;

You know, all of this talk about wings is giving me the crazy idea to jump off a cliff and try... Seriously. Wanna come along?

Cecil pointed to the water fall in the distance, it looked like one of those waterfalls where you saw people jump off for kicks, the water below seemed deep enough to cushion a fall as steep as that.

What was he thinking? He wasn't really. It's just that instinct pestering him over and over again to try.

Cecil smiled, and wrote down, And injecting people with animal serums and growing wings isn't?

He began to walk over to the waterfall, he pointed that way to show where he was going.