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((Okay, so this is set on the beach, blah blah, let's see were this gets us! mrgreen ))

RPing order: me, sola, deo, acinonyx, then Olive.

Michel Cousteau - 100% Kookaburra

Michel sat in a tree looking out into the ocean. The bird-man sighed heavily and looked down at his now feathered arms. He thought about Jules, Katherine, and all the other people he had left behind.No matter how depressed it made him feel, he just couldn't help himself. He couldn't believe that he had been stuck on this cursed island for nearly a whole year now. It seemed just yesterday that he had last waived goodbye to his family, ready to get on the plane that would eventually lead him here.

Michel shook his head, trying to get the thought out of his head; it was to late to think of them now. Deftly, he jumped out of the tree and silently touched down onto the ground.

(75% German Shepard)

At least the sand felt good every time he stumbled...

You see, Deon could hardly walk on two legs anymore. Sure he could take about five steps before falling, but what was the point? Well...there was one, and that was reserving his fleeting humanity. Hell, he almost blended in with the sands golden color, if it wasn’t for the black streaks running down his back, from the air he would be nothing more then an odd lump of sand.

Grumbling he tried to walk yet again, his Canine features readily visible. He looked just like a bipedal dog, from his wet nose tipped snout, to his tail. Even his eyes had changed color, from a light brown to an amber color. Slowly he walked, using his tail for balance...

But...

Soon swearing ensued as his body hit the sand.

[Cecil-Northern mockingbird- 75%... And the wings are on the back.]

Irony was a b***h.

Cecil's wings had finally grew out all the way, sure, so had all they dull grey feathers as well, but that wasn't the point. There were also the weird talons that he once called his feet. His mouth? Still can't talk with it, but now that was guaranteed with the small, sharp beak in it's place. He was like a bird in every way, except he couldn't fly.

What he wouldn't do to fly right now.

His precious notebook was stuck up in a tree, he was perched with it one moment, and the next thing he knew it, he was grounded. Cecil didn't know why he fell, but he suspected that he overestimated the power of his talons. Cecil managed to get on the tree from a duplex rooftop of a friend, but now that his friend was asleep, he couldn't get the ladder in her room to climb up there and go on the tree again. Climbing the tree wasn't an option, not in this state anyway.

Whatever the case, he needed to get his notebook back, seeing it was his only understandable means of communication. It was that or sign language, and he doubted that anyone would understand him.

There was a figure in the distance, a silhouette in the sunset he couldn't quite see any distinguishing features, but he knew that whoever it was, they were coming. He waved his feathery hands in distress.

Just great...

Something had tripped over Deon, not only causing the being to go flying, but causing a sharp pain in his side. HE yelped, quite loudly. "Screw this.." He muttered, slowly standing on all fours, and giving in to his attempt at standing. He was...almost an animal, the only thing human about him would be his hands, most of his skeletal system. That and his brain, so far, it was fighting off most instincts, but eventually it would lose. This would send Deon into a state of mind, half canine and half human...

Oh the joy...if he ever go out of this hell there could be a sitcom... oh wouldn’t that be wonderful?

Slowly he looked over at the being who tripped over at him, and with a loud grumble he stood. Of course it hurt, but then again, standing on all fours hurt too, might as well do what’s familiar. "Ummm...need help buddy? Deon asked, forcing the nicest smile he could...under the circumstances.

Cecil froze at the sound of someone answering his summons.

He looked around, it seemed that the figure was curious about what he was waving about. When the source of the voice came closer, Cecil was frozen in ice. He tried making a face, do some kind of motion, but he just stood there, unmoving.

He... Or she, he couldn't tell in the light or the voice. Had more than two legs, four to be exact. This part wasn't surprising, he's seen many people with four legs running around the island. And four arms. Well, that was something new. It took a little bit of squinting to see that their face wasn't exactly run-of-the mill either. Whoever they were, they got some weird s**t injected in them, that's for sure.

His eye twitched and his wings rustled, a few feathers gently falling onto the grass.

Cecil snapped out of his fear fueled paralysis and waved to the four legged figure, and he motioned his hand as a gesture that said "Come on"

When the person or animal (or both) in front of Georgia froze she did likewise and moved not a muscle until the flurry of movement started up again. She carried on at a slower pace so not to spook it, her body lowered her lower arms now touching the ground. Her mostly spider eyes could see now what it was; some sort of bird, but not just any bird an islander! She suddenly felt the spider's intent and took back control before she made a meal out of the person in front of her! Georgia felt sick, it was bad enough she was reduced to eating bugs and the odd rodent but to see another islander as food! That was appalling! A heavy cold feeling fell into her gut, her back strightened and her hands were brought back together in front of her chest and stomach. Hesitence had come back as she stopped now several feet away from the bird person, perfect pouncing distance had she lost control...

Georgia didn't have time to wonder if she should just run back into the jungle and hide away forever before something slammed into the back of her, an inhuman scream erupted from her throat as her back legs kicked out itchy, small hairs. Of course, being an over grown tarantula the hairs were much larger then if the attacker had been struck by an ordinary arachnid. So they were like small pins, a lot of small pins. Not only was it itchy, it was painful and woe be to them if it gets into their eyes or mouth. Causing blindness wasn't unheard of in the normal tarantula world.

Ryan tried to choose his words carefully; he didn't want to piss the dog off. "The latter. I've met a few other animals, but most of them weren't as far along."

The other subject was something Ryan was familiar with. "Yeah...so I've heard about the painful part. I um, already know what I'm going to be. An Armadillo. It's a pretty cool animal, so apart from growing armor plates, it should be fun."

"Oh, I'm Ryan. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand, resisting the urge to tell Deon to 'shake'.