[color=FF0000][b][u]Flynn[/u][/b][/color]

Blinking groggily the creature opened her eyes. Frowning, she stared at what she saw; the ground and sky had switched places. As this realization hit her she groaned, her wings and back hurt like hell, and her sight was going fuzzy. Attempting to sit up she found that she was hanging from a tree, caught in its branches. [i]Soooo[/i]… the sky was still where it was supposed to be, and she was the one upside-down. Stretching her wings and snapping many small twigs, she fought to right herself. Finally the tree gave up and dropped her, head first, to the ground. Smashing into it she looked up, cuorios as to where this was and how she had gotten here. Wait, [i]who was she?[/i] That was probably a better question. Glancing down at herself she saw scuffed clothes, worn boots, fighting, fingerless gloves, and a dog tag. Picking the dog tag up and raising it to eye level the creature slowly read what had to be a name: Flynn. Flipping the tag over gave no more information least, none that made sense. So her name was Flynn? She liked that name. Rolling the word round her mouth she pronounced, in a voice that can’t have been used much before;[color=FF0000] “Flynn. Fllllllllllyyyyynnnnnn.”[/color] And she smiled.