StormHawk: Transformation

   Days turned to weeks, which turned to months, and eventually years. Seasons passed and strangers became that once again. In human form, Stormhawk would occasionally look back through memories of her journies and have fond thoughts of people she had once cared for dearly even if not written about. With the change upon her, she scrambles to remember the last trace thoughts in her mind, hoping, yet knowing, it can never be enough to adequately express what those humans and their relationships had once meant.

  Lina, rescued from the streets one fall morning, an instant kindred spirit, and short-lived sister who loved whole-heartedly, but only shared what she wanted to be seen. Stark, stunning, and spirited a glorious raven with secrets of her own. Although fiercely protective, we should have known that hawks and ravens are meant to live alone.

Pravesh, perhaps the wisest of us all, a shaman in his own right. Showering wisdom and insight like mist among the group. Were any wise enough to accept these pearls of wisdom? Although a world away, he saw, knew and accepted without fear or favor each misfit for their individual strengths and weaknesses and gently guided through friendly words.

Shane, the youngest and perhaps most misunderstood. Trapped by his surroundings, he so desperately wanted to be seen, noticed, loved. Behind the face and words of a clown was the heart and soul of a dreamer. He was perhaps the truest, kindest, and gentlest creature Stormhawk had met on her travels. The mouse behind the jackal's facade. The one of us who embodied all of us- showing only the face we wanted the world to see.

Fletch- the cowardly lion after he found his courage- and Stormhawk's sole acquaintance these many years past. Always kind, full of love, the best part of twisted, and able to bring the sun on the darkest days. If ever you are looking for a pot of gold, look towards St. Petersburg, the sun only shines brighter there because it glimmers off of him.


There were a few times over the years when Stormhawk came close to shedding her gossamer wings for good. A night in a graveyard, stolen moments in a hidden hamlet on a driftwood beach were enough to stir her aching loins and pull a few heartstrings.

Her truest temptation was a year spent in the arms of a long-lost lover and friend that had the planets aligned, the fates pulled the right wire, and had things not fallen like so many trees in a hurricane, she would have stayed. Like every other love for Stormhawk, it wasn't meant to last.

It was the end of her final year, she rarely took human form anymore choosing the company and solace of the night. The moon and stars had always been her constant companions, and in this way she could fly over and look down upon all the many and wonderous loves of her life, taking comfort in the tallest tree from time to time. She had lived and would live by her own terms, untethered, flying across the night sky.