OOC: If it is alright, I would like to start over. If that isn't okay, I will make this post compatible to both situations!
IC: Something stirred.
Something stirred in her quiet pool of conciousness.
Skye opened her eyes, the world around her, the sounds, the smells, the sights, the touch, filling her body once more.
But all was not at peace.
She stretched her pointy, sunshine yellow and jet black wings, her bird tail fanning out as well. She blew the whisps of hair that hung in her face, feeling her eyebrows narrow at the feeling of such disturbance.
Someone, a morph like herself, was in trouble.
She took off in the direction of the feeling, her wings beating with a mighty force that slapped the wind into obediance. There was no storm, no ugly weather that could keep her from flight.
She was no psychic morph, but her training had left her with an unpolished sixth sense. Her Zapdos characteristics were enough to keep the humans away. They had enough trouble capturing the actual legendary, much less the morph.
Ahead...
Ahead there was a man on a Dragonite, looking fiercely worried. She flew up to him, noticing the tear that carved its way down his cheek.
"You are the disturbance I have felt," she said above the harsh wind. "I have come to aid you. I hold within me the greatest power of electricity. My name is Skye."
