(I read it all, looks good so far... I'm looking forward to joining in...) (Thinking of a new Character...)<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Name:</span>Lyra<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Age:</span>((I am bad with age...)) A bit older then an adolescent<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Species:</span>Phoenix<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Gender:</span>Female<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Pred/Prey:</span>Maybe a bit of both?<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Description:</span>Lyra has beautiful orangish-yellow fiery feathers that are long and thick, covering her whole body. A warm heat like that of a fire, emanates from her soft and fluffy looking feathers. Her beak has a colorless slate grey, along with her sharp talons. Her long tail feathers have the color of a bright red that slowly drags on the ground when she chooses not to be flying or perched. Her bluish eyes imitate water, waving in a sky of color. The color of her feathers graduate to a darker red color the farther back on her body they are. For a bird, her size is big and comparable to a good sized wolf.<br/><br/><br/>---> Lyra paced, looking at the tracks she had found leading from this odd metal thing that had fallen from the sky. The odd tracks that lead away from the area must of been some sort of creature she had never seen. Obviously there was many creatures who had been near this spot before she. A silent growl reminded her of her slight hunger and why she had flown over to this place. After a little of looking around, she looked at the tracks leading away, slowly following them on foot to make sure she did not loose track of them or stray away.<br/><br/>She soon finds that off in the distance the tracks lead to a cave. She slowly walks closer, her curiosity slowly gets the best of her as she gets closer to the dark cave. Light gently illuminates off her in the dark of the night, making her appear easily seen as she switches between looking down at the tracks curiously and at the dark cave. sparks of flame brushed off her as she brushed against trees.