<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 10:40 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Olivia<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Dinner time.<br/><hr/>As requested Jason reached out for the zipper of her dressed and slid it down her back. His free hand planted easily at the base of her neck to hold it up while he undressed her, and once he was done, he released and back up so that she could do whatever it was that she was going to – his assumption proven correct when she took to the form of the hawk he'd seen earlier. With a gentle chuckle he watched her prance around the sky and declare her intent with the screech. Truthfully he wasn't positive that he could fly faster then a hawk, he'd never sat down – or gotten up? - and raced against once. He leaned down and picked the red fabric from the ground, folding it over his arm and setting it atop the car. Then he took a couple of long strides away from it turned his attention into the sky – partly for dramatic effect, partly because he knew that she wanted to see everything at work. Which did bring up an interesting question for later – just how much of her humanity, her sense, herself, did she retain while in the form of an animal? How interesting...<br/><br/>The large upper wings spread wide first, stretching out to their full length – easily ten feet apiece. They arced upwards in what would best be described as an angelic pose; the smaller set – only about two-thirds the length – spread likewise with tips pointed slightly downward to give him almost a butterfly appearance. What came next was hardly as timid as a butterfly however. The powerful big wings folded and thrust forward sending Jason propelling into the sky; one big flap turned into more steady smaller ones that allowed him to easily climb to greater heights – the smaller set worked in tandem with the bigger ones, pushing and pulling only moments after the first set.<br/><br/>Jason was hardly a bird in the air, but he clearly had the ability to maneuver with the grace of one. Each thrust of his wings rocketed him higher and higher until finally rolled over himself in a long back-flip style loop. Unlike a bird he displayed another fun ability, which was to 'float' in the air, and truly hover in one spot by working both sets of wings to sustain his lift but not adjust it more then a few inches in any given way each cycle. His piercing eyes shot around the moonlit dark to find his now feathered female friend. “Ready?” He inquired.<br/><br/>He couldn't screech his intent to her, but was confident that no doubt she would follow. Jason thrust himself up a couple of feet and then leaned forward, diving into the air. His wings went rigid and lay flat to his sides, tucked in and back near his body, so that he could gain as much speed as possible while diving towards the dusty earth below. Only meters before coming into contact with the ground his wings kicked into full gear – it had been a long time since he really pushed himself in terms of flying... and it felt good to cut loose for a change – and he swooped from that dive into a straight arrow shot above the ground. His near impact kicked up a heavy cloud of dust as he shot a violent blast of air at the ground. Like a speeding vehicle himself he left a trail of dust as he sped through the desert so close to the ground – and if Olivia attempted to actually catch him, she'd find that her expectations, her hopes, were being realized. He was not worlds faster then a hawk, but there was no doubt that he was indeed faster.