♂♂ ⋙ ﾟE - ES↻TERIC ↷ PREP SCHOOL ★CLOSED

[Nellyshelly]

An eyebrow was raised in response to the hitch in Fenrir's voice. At first Al thought he imagined it, but although the two had never spoken to each other face-to-face, he found it odd for a seemingly unprepared greeting to escape the lips of such a stoic individual. Despite having been in Halcyon for a while now, Al never found the chance to inspect his new teacher - Now that he did, he noticed features of Fenrir that really stood out: Tall, well-built, good looking - even his nose was sharp and well-defined. He was almost as pretty as Sinjin, but a little rougher around the edges. Well, nothing did quite beat Sinjin.

A small wave of uneasiness passed through Al as he noted the split second of discrepancy in Fenrir's behavior. Al was pretty confident there was nothing wrong with his appearance. But wolves had a keen sense of smell - his shirt, maybe? Perturbed, Al pressed his cheek against his right shoulder blade and took a sniff; everything seemed okay there.
Maybe there was something else he wasn't noticing.

Before Al could continue with his train of thought, Fenrir's voice broke through, holding the haphazard authority of a teacher like himself. Now that he mentioned it, there didn't appear to be a lot of students who turned up. There was that white-blondish individual with hawk-like wings that sprouted from his back, but he felt a little more human than bird, and his eyes were captivating and deep. It was a little unsettling to stare into them for too long, and albeit flustered, Al found himself wondering what race he might've been. The other red-haired, bright-eyed youth had wandered off to talk to some of the teachers, leaving a colorful tone of language as he opened his mouth to babble on to the other crowd. His accent seemed to ring heavy - Country? If Al looked to his side, he'd notice someone silent, not just in words but also in stature, trying to blend in with the rest of the crowd. A mask was cast over his head - Al was pretty sure it was kanji, but the angle at which the boy stood and the bright light made it hard for him to discern the markings.

There were several other young individuals wandering about here and there, but even so, it was pretty small for a class, and the ratio teachers present to students was almost 1:1. It was pretty early in the morning, and it wasn't yet time for class to start. Maybe they were all still sleeping in, like Tatsu. An irritated twitch tugged at the corner of Al's lips. His room mate should have been down by now... Where was he? Nervous jibes were poking at him, starting at his toes and slowly creeping their way upwards. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave his friend behind. Communicating wasn't exactly Al's forte, and Al had gotten quite used to Tatsuya doing the speaking for him when it came down to it. It wasn't that he had trouble speaking, it was kind of just more convenient that way. Folding his arms, Al turned back to face the class, and as he did the redhead came bounding back, cheerful. A hobgoblin, he said? Al couldn't hold back an amused smile as Puck went about with his antics. Where did one ever find so much energy this early in the morning? Al scratched the back of his head, using the confidence from the hobgoblin's introduction to fuel his own.
"Okay... Er... Mr. A, was it? I'm Al, Al Prideaux. I'm a Stymphalian bird. It's Greek, you might not have heard of it, if you haven't... That's OK."
Al peered up at Fenrir, half-for assurance, half-to just indicate he'd finished his turn.

It'd been a while since he talked to a bunch of people, as few as they were. Something about it caught him off-guard. If only there was a way to watch himself and see if his words came out alright.

As nervous as Al was, he found himself curious to what the people around him were exactly. Every day he learned something new. Not everyone was willing to share their origin, and that partly made Al want to probe in further, but he knew better than to step into boundaries where he didn't belong. Al found no harm in telling people his. Not many people knew of it anyway, considering how they have been an almost-dying race for so long - those that did generally didn't think highly of his predecessors - man-eating and cruel, they were. But if he thought about it, he was dealing with supernaturals, not humans. Half of the inhabitants at Halcyon were probably similar to himself in that aspect, so none would probably be too bothered. The past was the past, after all.


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[wisteria may]

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x x x"N-no... no, no. Wh... where --? Where is it!?" Damn it all! Damn it all straight to the proverbial Hell! He'd lost it...! Again!! This wasn't good... not at all. What if a student or teacher found it!? What if they... oh dear, what if they picked it up!? No, no... just relax. Calm down. Breathe. It had to be around here somewhere. He couldn't have just, up and lost it so easily. Where was it last? Think! Think!

Alias panted softly as he stood up to his full height, wide, mismatched eyes darting frantically about his apartment as he surveyed the disarray of the furnishings -- of which he had caused. He was actually rather particular about the order of the items in his little abode but, in this current moment, he was more frantic about finding the one item in this small home that was the most important. And even though he'd seemingly turned the entire place upside down in his crazed search for it, the damnable thing was no where to be found. Curse it all! How could he lose something so important! Repeatedly at that! You'd think that after losing the damned thing for the third time, he'd have learned to keep it somewhere safe that he'd never forget about. But his finicky mind had a way of toying with him, unfortunately.

The item in question was nothing more than a plain, silver comb that shimmered and sparkled beneath the sunlight; positively eye catching really. It was a beautiful sight to behold for such a simple, everyday item used merely for the combing of hair. Its craft was simplistic and yet intricate and lovingly handled for whoever made the little comb clearly put their heart and soul into it. Of course, considering what the item was and its significance to someone like Alias... there was the possibility that they really had put their soul into it. Possibly.

A frustrated whine of agony and anxiety pushed itself through Alias' lips as he pressed his hands to the sides of his head. His fingers pushing into his silvery hair as the heels of his hands tugged the skin of his face back, the male stood flustered and frightened among the chaotic surroundings that now comprised his apartment. He could have sworn that it had been in his bathroom. Resting on the counter where it usually always was. He... he loved using it to comb his hair. Would spend meticulous hours sitting quietly in front of the mirror, seemingly in a trance as he combed the thin, pointed teeth of the comb through his silver locks. Watching the way that it would glide through the strands of hair so easily. He really liked that thing... how disheartening it was to lose it and so easily too. He could only hope that he would find it before some misfortunate soul did.

Alias allowed his long, thin hands to slide forward and cover his face and eyes as he held the lids shut for a small period of time, quietly trying to regain his completely lost composure. Not that he was a well gathered man to start with. Of all the professors here, he was probably the most... disordered and discomposed. A new professor was of course bound to be lost and confused for a period of time but Alias was one of the few that seemingly never knew where things were or how to handle certain situations or students despite the many years that he's been teaching here. But as one got to know the man, they'd quickly discover that not all of his dogs were barking upstairs. There were plenty of explanations for that too, but not ones that he was always willing to impart with. There were but a few people that knew of his past; this bittersweet creature. The other professors that have known him for a long period of time had small tidbits that they could add together, but the picture was still not fully painted for most everyone.

There was but one person that knew about the world that Alias painted with deep, memorizing and somber tones of dark blue and cold shades of light blue. A world that felt alone and too quiet for comfort. That person would be his psychiatrist. A fellow that Alias was having to see by recommendation of Halcyon Heights. It helped him sometimes... but not all the time. Sometimes seeing the man just dredged up bad feelings and thoughts that would send the dark arts teacher spiraling down into his usual, quiet depression that he buries with a scarred smile. But it was also this fellow that suggested that he try... interacting with others more than what he did already. As it was, Alias was particularly skittish and tried to refrain from spending too much time around the others; be them students or teachers. But his psychiatrist suggested that he try getting to know the others around him more. That maybe their happiness would help to take his mind off of the sadness that plagued it. Alias's denial wanted to protest that he wasn't plagued by sadness but the minute that he frowned and opened his mouth to do so, the male behind the desk crooked a sharp brow at him and Alias knew that there was nothing he could say to protest the other's words.

Peering quietly through his long fingers, Alias glanced from left to right before his one eyed stare fell over the window, of which was concealed behind a set of dusty, dark blue curtains, the backs of them drastically faded thanks to the sunlight that had been beating down on them for days, nay months - no. Years. Wasn't there some sort of... event that was taking place today? He squinted lightly, a few stray strands of off white hair slipping down into his pale features as he considered all of the recent announcements. Potions... labs... gardening... no, no, no... Physical assessment!! That's what it was! Alias grunted as he lowered his hands, realizing where this was actually taking place. Outside. He wasn't really fond of the outdoors. The garish light of the sun hurt his eyes. Well he could just... wear his jacket. Right? Dammit though, he really didn't want to do any of this. He wanted to curl up in bed -after righting his apartment's appearance- and go back to what he called sleep. The tugging on the inside of him yearned for the warm of his bed. For the soft, warm embrace of his covers.

Alias cast his gaze over his shoulder back towards his room and grimaced softly, whimpering quietly. Dammit all... No! No! He... he had to do this! He had to get outside more often and he knew that interacting with the others would be very good for him! I-it could open up so many new doors! What was a little sunlight and company. He... he could do this. He had to do this. Alias glanced at the apartment once more before shaking his head and deciding that he would pick the place up later on. He was already rather late thanks to his frantic search for that damned comb. Breathing out slowly, the male moved to locate his jacket within the mess. A hooded, dark blue coat that he wore, providing him with a nice sense of warmth, and it fit him fairly well to boot. Sometimes he was known for wearing things that were a little too big for his lank frame.

One arm... and then the next, Alice zipped the coat up in the front to just beneath his collarbone, letting the black shirt that he wore underneath remain somewhat in sight. He contemplated the hood. Even journeyed to the bathroom to consider it more closely. His hair was a downright tousled mess. Like he'd wrestled his bed or something. But then again, even when combed, when was he not sporting a rat's nest? At least his hair was soft. He had that much going for him.

The professor was quick to catch his breath though and the entirety of his attention immediately darted to that of the wrinkled, pale scar that twisted and curved its way up the left side of his face, completely crippling the eye on that side even. Oh... wh... what if someone started to stare at him again...? Was it too late to just... his bedroom was right there! Alias whimpered and covered his face. Hideous. So hideous. What a monster. Go, just go. Curl up under the covers and hide. No one needs to see this. This mess that he always is. He could just hide until he had to attend to his errands and classes. Couldn't he...? Another part of him pulled at him to leave the apartment. To be brave and venture outside. Come on... he could do it. He wasn't always so scared! He... he... no... that was a blatant lie. Even as a child he's always lived in fear. But maybe... just this once... Just this once. Come on. You can do it.

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As the teachers and students all milled about and gathered within the field of the forest, seeming rather happy to chat and play among themselves while also trying to attend to the man in the spot light's questions and words, a rather forlorn hooded crow appeared within the blue skies. The strange avian stood out against the bright blue sky and the warm sun of the morning and was a shadow against the leafy greens of the forest. It seemed to be ever so out of place. Not to mention the peculiar coloration of its plumage. What yet further separated the bird from the other birds within the sky today was the fact that its left side was rather... mangled appearing. Old scars marring and ruining what were likely once pristine feathers. Pink flesh visible through the ratty, unkempt plumage. Missing tail feathers and wing feathers alike caused the bird to fly... awkwardly. Swooping and shaking in the air, dipping and diving without rhyme or reason. It was a miracle in itself that the pathetic thing was even flying really.

Angling itself downwards, the large crow glided down towards a tree nearby the many people that were crowded within the field. Well - not many, but those that were there, and seemingly quite a few to this pitiful excuse for a bird. The creature seemed as though it were prepared for an easy landing within the branches of the tree but one stray breeze caught the crow off-guard and it dipped too far. Instead of landing on the branch, the creature instead struck it and flipped over the limb. A hard breath pressed form the bird, like a grunt of pain followed by a broken squawk before the being collided with the ground. Briefly flapping its wings and struggling to get back up before finally, the feathers would melt away, and the body would grow smoothly to that a man sitting on his backside with a hand raised to his head in an appearance of pain. Alias cringed as his head pounded form the impact of that branch, making his vision practically swim. But then he remembered the people that were about.

The man was swift to stand up and brush himself off in a rather embarrassed sort of manner before shyly tugging his hood up over the mangy mane of silvery hair that he sported. As if the hood would hide some of his embarrassment. He timidly turned, glancing over everyone and turning his head to see those to the left that he couldn't see easily in the previous orientation of his head. Many teachers, and a handful of students. Alias's cheeks were flushed with a pale pink shade to indicate his embarrassment but the male would attempt to seem... casual. Granted he failed at doing so by just standing next to the tree that knocked him out of the sky and tensely so.

[Horo Guramu]

☁´ mood ▓ :: concerned xxxxxxxxxxxxx☁´ company ▓ :: arborxxxxxxxxxxxxx☁´ location ▓ :: apartment/dormxxxxxxxxxxxxx☁´ outfit ▓ :: [ x ]

Arbor’s playful teasing was exasperating, to say the least. But it wasn’t unwelcome to Nasir; rather, he enjoyed the words of exchange the two of them had from time to time. It was how the nature of their relationship formed, so no matter how sarcastic or demanding Arbor was, Nasir often let it slide (most of the time). Arbor was really the only creature he openly let him tantalize him about things. Had it been another student, the djinn was pretty sure he would have burnt them to a crisp a long time ago. Nasir was particularly intolerant with other students addressing him the same way Arbor did. He was a professor who demanded respect and any person who broke that line, or would even attempt it, would receive the brutal end of his anger. He shared the same sentiment about his colleagues, though he wasn't as harsh or ruthless. As long as they didn’t show him an ounce of an impolite or bad-mannered attitude, he was able to tolerate their presence. Arbor, now that Nasir thought about it, was really the only person in the world who couldn't bring Nasir into a fleeting fireball of anger. People thought of that as strange, but the djinn explained that was simply how things developed between them. Arbor was the closest person he had in his life thus far. The professor knew everything about him and visa versa. He even once considered Arbor has being his kin. Maybe until that incident, but that’s a story for a different time.

The faery ran off as Nasir proceeded to finish setting up the table. To where, he didn’t know; his spontaneity wasn’t all that much surprising to the older creature. He took a seat across from Arbor’s chair and waited patiently, not wanting to eat without his companion. It’d take another minute before Arbor came back with a plant in his hands. Of course, the djinn grinned. The faery was always so quick to add extra company to the dinner table. Before, during their first years together, Arbor would ask Nasir if he could bring his plant friends to the table with him. Now, well, there was suddenly no need to ask for Nasir’s permission, being that the faery did it almost all the time. One time, he brought his largest towering ficus because he ‘looked too skinny’, and another he had an arboricola sit in the third empty seat so he ‘wouldn’t feel lonely’. Hell, at one point, Arbor took the time to bring more than half of all the plants in his room to have dinner with them. Dinner got cold that night. Nasir came out of it a very unhappy camper. Sometimes, it was ridiculous. Sometimes, it was purely unnecessary and time consuming. Yet, strangely enough for the dark-haired professor, no matter how many times Arbor did it, it still made the bluenette all the more cute and adorable. His connection to plants really showed, and even if Nasir wanted to, he could never reject the faery’s need to have his companions around him.

Nasir took a knife and fork and began cutting into his pancakes. He listened to Arbor’s complaints, nodding while he took bites. A chuckle escaped his lips as Arbor finished, swallowing and taking a gulp of the glass of orange juice. “I see. Well, you should tell Scarlett that she clearly knows Mary-Gold, Petunia and Sunny need more sunlight than she does.” He pointed his fork at the plant, his expression growing serious. Those plants need consistent direct light. They were larger than normal, however, most likely Arbor’s doing being that he treats them so well. The trio took up most of the space because of their size, so he supposed he could understand where the scarlett pumpernickel was coming from since he had to place her over to the side. But, Nasir knew moving them elsewhere may be a life-or-death situation for them. “Scarlett, I put you where you are now so you could get just enough for your growth. You shouldn’t be so selfish, okay? I take all the plants into consideration.” He crossed his legs over as he exhaled. “However…I am at fault for giving you more water than usual.” Nasir admitted, tugging the side of his lips while he took a small bite of a pancake. “I was being careless and inattentive at the time. So, I apologize, Scarlett.” Funny, Nasir thought, he had to put the blame on Arbor for that. It was him the djinn had been thinking about the last time he watered the plants. Not that he was going to point that out, though. “Ah, Arbor. How is Artemis, by the way? She was looking pale when I last checked on her. Is she doing alright?” He glazed over with a concerned look, wondering if the Artemesia was being to face the end of her days. Nasir did care of the plants just as much as Arbor did. So, he held their well-being close like he would a good friend. Though, he knew a third of the reason was because he didn’t want to see the faery sad in any way shape or form. It was devastating. Nasir could only remember the pained face Arbor made when his first friend perished. It hurt Nasir it way he didn't expect it to, and he didn't want the young creature having such a depressed look again.

The clock on the wall at the other end of the dining room dinged abruptly, signaling the start of the next hour. Nasir groaned—he’d been too into their conversation to notice how much time their breakfast had taken up. He quickly gulped down whatever he could with the pancakes and orange juice, saving a piece of half a strawberry to give it to the blue-haired student. He kenw Arbor would like that. “We should go. We’re already late.” He told him, taking his plate and utensils, moving into the kitchen and placing them in the sink. He’ll need to remember to wash them later, he noted. “Make sure to put Scarlett back where she belongs, Arbor. Finish your food fast. I’ll be waiting for you by the door.” His deep voice echoed through the apartment. Nasir made haste as he travelled back to his bedroom to grab a knapsack he prepared the night before. It only had a couple of necessities; a notepad with his notes, some pens and a pencil, and a pair of binoculars. Just so he can keep a close eye on Arbor. In case he needed Nasir’s help or something. And for the other student’s too, of course.

He took a glance at himself on the mirror, noting his slightly messy appearance and he grumbled. His hair was all over him and his sash was tied the wrong way. Did he really look like this in front of Arbor? How distasteful. Nasir immediately fixed himself up, retying his sash and putting his hair in a high ponytail. He contemplated on putting his earrings on and, without even another moment of thinking, he decided to take the golden hoop earrings. It was a keepsake from his mother. His grandfather’s favorite pair, or so he was told. It brought him luck every time he had them on. Nasir wasn’t one to believe in superstitions; he mostly wore them because he felt like it. And that Arbor liked them on him too. Without further ado, the djinn made his way back to the hallway and to the front of his apartment, to get the pair of sandals he had left by the doorway. Once on, he folded his arms over, leaned on the wall and waited for the faery. His thoughts were running a mile a minute then, first about the diagnostic exam, and then about his research and then about Arbor. Before Nasir knew it, he bit his lip and furrowed his brows, coming to realize…wow. All the choices he made just now. They all had Arbor in mind? And since did he start worrying about his appearance around him?

This was seriously concerning. A word with Sinjin was needed, asap.

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Bad post is bad orz.

[kouhai mom]

"Daddy! Dad!" The child hollered underneath him. His teary eyes pleading for his older brother to stop. His blue irises began to slowly lose color, and he could tell that the blood was in his brother's throat. He loved every bit of it.

Then he woke up.

"Toby! I-I--" He wanted to scream at his morning vision. His brother was dying by his hands. Instead, all he could do is sit there in a very still position before he was torn off of his brother. His head had come in contact with the ground, but his main focus was on the small boy curling up to the wall of his bed. When he reached out for his brother, Tobias began to sob more. A stern voice stopped him from moving, and he was sent to rise from his haunting slumber.

What time was it? Late, that's for damn sure. Was it afternoon already? How long has it been since Augustus had actually slept? He couldn't tell with the fog that was his tiredness. He had signed up for something that was currently going on. What the hell was it? He didn't go to most of his classes. It simply...got in the way of his desire to curl up in his bed and lay there for hours.

As the boy began to get out of bed, he felt himself being tugged back. How could he forget, he basically bound himself to his bed. With a few swift pulls, the rope came loose and he placed it back to the post, leaving it to hang. Another bruise, another day to wear a long sleeve. He immediately bolted in the bathroom, did he have another fight with himself? Yes he did. His neck and collar was covered in nail marks and bruises. All from one night. He couldn't blame himself. It was the last thing he ever wanted to be reminded of.

"I guess it's better to show up late rather than not at all." He muttered as he glanced at the ticking bomb on the wall. It should have just started a bit ago, but nothing extreme like five minutes to ending. He had done that to his healing teacher, and damn the guy was royally pissed. He paused, finally realizing was that thing he had to attend was. [********! I need to get going, I forgot it's orientation day!"

TIMESKIP

It didn't take long for him to get to the forest field. Though he was completely winded by the time he got there. He mainly focused on standing in the back of the group, hoping no one would witness his delay. The healing teacher was going to kill him if he was noticed to be late. And he wasn't too sure the healing teacher would've been the only one. Augustus tugged on the over sized turtleneck shirt. Most of his shirts ended up being over sized since he started living on his own. It was just easier to hide the bruises. Stepping to the side of the group, he listened to the boys listing off their names. Though he attention moved to someone crashing onto the ground. A decent amount of people had probably noticed just as quickly as Augustus did. Though none made a sound other than soft giggles.

Inching towards the male, Augustus turned his head and focused his attention of him for a few seconds. "You alright there?"


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it's a bit late and not my best post, i just wanted to get something up asap c;
lemme know if i should make any changes~

[Velloria]

n⊱ ♥. LOCATION ┄ FOREST FIELD nee⊱ ♥. COMPANY ┄ Puck, Al, Agustus, Mihn nee
n⊱ ♥. THOUGHTS ┄ Show's gotta go on I guess....
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Well, he'd had worse turn outs than this.

The problem was, he'd never had so many teachers bear witness to it before. Bear with it... bear with it... most of my students are just late... lazy and late... The school bell chimed for quarter-past, signifying the official start of class. Anyone showing up after this point would be considered late, but at this point, Fenrir would be grateful to give out lateslips. He'd never been an avid believer in "better late than never"... until now.

With a huff, Fenrir took hold of his pencil to mark off the names... but a sudden whiff of fox scent threw him off track slightly. Mihn had come to join him, it seemed, even though he wished he hadn't. Honestly it was taking everything he had not to flush with shame at this miserable turnout in front of so many other teachers. The only one he could count on being sympathetic was his one and only Sinjin... the others were akin to members of a pack, and so, Fenrir couldn't help but feel pressured at their presence. "Mihn... good to have you." He muttered, trying to keep face. He'd never find a hunting buddy in the fox at this point... Mihn had probably come to ask if there was some horrific sickness keeping all the students away. If only that was the case

Looking towards the energetic redhead, he finally cracked a surprised grin. "Alright there Puck, drop and give me fifty on each arm while I get to everyone else!" He knew this kind. A pain in the neck to be sure, but hell, it was always fun to give these creatures impossible tasks and watch them go at it. Puck would be a name to remember, especially if he decided to dig to china one afternoon.

The other kid wasn't quite as loud or boisterous, but he certainly was giving it his best shot. Fenrir nodded in appreciation, already able to tell that the boy's heart was in the right place. So far, he was liking the students that had shown up... though-

His train of thought quickly slammed on the brakes as a commotion interrupted his attendance taking. What in-?! Oh goddammit... not another teacher... a new one too!! Fenrir's tail wanted to tuck between his legs, but he wouldn't let it. No, he had to be strong. After all, more students might come along, right?

Thankfully, he was right.

The appearance of another student was welcome, and Fenrir hardly even thought to make him as late... though... he had a feeling this student wasn't a newcomer to the school. His eyes were a little glazed over, and he didn't really linger on any students or staff, instead choosing to talk to Alias. Hey now... this class isn't nearly big enough for you to get away with that... Weird kid. Whatever, he had a class to start, and he'd need to know this guy's name. "Hey-!" He barked suddenly, staring square at the blonde, baggy clothed boy. "Y'can chat all you want after I'm done, but you're gonna have to answer the roll call here, kid. Need your name, an' your species, if you want to share it." He waved the clip board to illustrate his point. "Feelin' alright there, Alias? It's... uhh-" he paused, trying to think of a way to cover for the guy's obvious embarrassment. "Real windy up there! Al, might want to stick to the ground for a bit." Hopefully that would maintain some sense of professionalism around here. Honestly, he was starting to lose a lot of faith, in both himself and the pride of Halcyon Heights.

"Jeez..." Fenrir huffed in frustration, glancing at Mihn and flattening his ears sheepishly. "I don't usually get this bad of a turnout... but well... I guess it happens..." He tried to brush it off, but the shame still clung to his fur. "Listen, can you... maybe check the forests? Real quick run around the field, see if you can sniff out some lost students? Some of them'll get lost even with the path... sometimes... I mean... it's happened." Fenrir cleared his throat having a feeling that the gumiho could already smell that the forest was free of any wandering souls.

This was going to be a day Zaos would bring up at the most annoying moments possible, wasn't it?

neekoneek

[Ultraprism]

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Sometimes it struck Devi that his wings were more like a curse, a constant burden upon him in exchange for the wondrous gifts he’d been given upon being made part of the Christianti family. They were an unrelenting source of misery for him, in that all they offered was a bone-deep ache he was fairly sure would follow him even into death. Otto had said, though, that with time the pain would lessen and eventually fade altogether when the wings had fully grown- but the longer he delayed consuming the souls that would be his nourishment, the longer his suffering would go on. It was a hard pill to swallow. Devi had expressly sworn that he would never take part in feasting upon the soul of another human being as long as there were other options, but the unending pain occasionally made him seriously reconsider his decision. It would have been worth every wisp of-

The sudden, cool sensation of fingertips lighting upon his nape was heady and almost dizzying, the fine hair of his neck standing on end as the pads trailed down, down, down the column of his spine, straight between his delicate wings and farther along to his spindly red tail. A shiver rippled through the entirety of his being, and in his ear he heard a voice he couldn’t readily deem familiar. It was male, rich, and sonorous, promising sin and pleasure beyond measure, and if Devi never heard another voice again, he supposed that he might just be okay with the fact. And it said, “You’ve had a rough go of this whole ‘devil’ thing, haven’t you, poor dear.” There was no question in his tone, only sympathetic understanding as his fingers meandered toward Devi's neck once more.

Devi tried in earnest to lift his head from the pillow to catch a glimpse of the stranger, only to find that, oddly enough, he couldn’t move at all but for the occasional spasm of his muscles underneath the other man’s touch. He couldn’t even open his mouth to voice a complaint, which… didn’t concern him overly much, all things considered. At his scruff, the man’s touch became a gentle, if loving, caress that again traversed the length of his back and stopped just shy of his tail, which had resumed its leisurely swaying, apparently the only part of him that was still capable of movement. “Mmm…” he couldn’t hold back the soft whimper of pleasure as the stroking continued, and if Devi could have, he might have laughed- he was being fawned over as if he was a cat, and… he felt like one, languid and so content he could practically feel the purr burbling up from his throat.

When next the man’s hand returned to its starting place, his touch deepened into easy kneading, eliciting a croon from the young devil. His fingers proved more than adept in their ministrations and in no time they had reduced Devi to a whimpering mess. His hands were powerful things, his fingers as relentless and almost cruel as they were long and fine and agile; Devi had little doubt that they were deft at a number of things more than simply rubbing backs. What had the devil breathless was the remorseless pain of it, of having his muscles pushed and prodded, worked over until he felt limp and utterly boneless. But following the agony was a relief just as sweet that had him damn-near mewling with pleasure. “There you go, there’s a good boy,” came that resonant voice once more, and there was no controlling the painful stiffening in his minty green boxer-briefs, which he couldn’t bring himself to care about being seen in by a stranger of all people.

Devi couldn’t say for how long it continued, but it felt both endless and over all too soon when finally the man’s hands were withdrawn, replaced by empty air. He loosed a chirr of complaint as Gogh did when displeased, though the man dignified him with nothing more than a quiet tsk and a gentle skritch to one of his stubby, sensitive horns that had Devi writhing like a well-pleased harlot. If he could have seen himself, he would have thought that he looked just like one, his pupils blown, skin flushed a pretty shade of pink and cloaked in a light sheen of sweat, the slightest rivulet of saliva trickling from the corner of his mouth. A well-pleased harlot, indeed. Hot breath on his ear alerted him to the fact that the stranger had bent down, and briefly he felt an affectionate nuzzle at his jaw preceding a careful n** to his earlobe that inspired another full-body tremor. Liquid heat pooled in his belly, and this time the rigidness at the apex of his thighs was almost painful as it intensified nearly tenfold. In that moment, he would have done anything, anything at all, the man asked of him, if only to garner some sense of release. “There, there, little minx,” the man whispered in his ear, “I’ll have you right as rain in no time.”

The bed sagged and dipped underneath the man’s additional weight as he climbed atop it, his knees settling on either side of Devi’s legs. His wonderful, beautiful hands returned- but not to the devil’s back. No, they fell instead upon his hips, squeezing and kneading. Without warning, the stranger jerked Devi’s hips up and against him, one hand moving to circle and finger the rosy pink spot on the underside of his tail. Devi’s eyes rolled back, and he was left breathless and gasping for air in the wake of a surge of overwhelming ecstasy. There was a minute change he only noticed some moments later, and it was that Devi at last found himself able to open his mouth- and when he did, it was only to beg.

“Owowowowowww----”

And… that voice did not belong to the stranger who held him so closely in his sway. It was distant, but becoming closer all the time- or was Devi the one getting closer to it? The pain in the new voice was stark, and more than that, it was one of the most familiar voices that he’d come to know. Lucian. What could be wrong with him? Had he been hurt? The pressing need to check on his newest and closest friend overrode the puddle of sheer want he’d become, and he snapped his eyes open-

“Lucian? You okay, buddy?” Devi groaned, lifting himself on his forearms. He was somehow more tired than before his little catnap, groggy and vaguely aware that his tail was whipping around like a bat out of hell. What was its deal? Squinting, he looked in Lucy’s direction, although his vision was blurred and there was little he could make out, aside from how closely the griffin clutched at his cheeks. He scowled and blinked once, twice, three times before the sleep cleared from his eyes and allowed him to see the flush of red on his cheeks visible between his fingers. Concern took hold, and with some effort Devi managed to sit up, taking a moment to put Gogh on his pillow before he smoothly slid to the wooden floor on all fours. “Hey…” he murmured, edging closer though wary enough to keep a comfortable distance between them. In truth, he would have preferred to get a much closer look- but sometimes being around Lucy did… things to him that he wasn’t yet comfortable even attempting to comprehend. Sometimes just the griffin’s scent was enough to do him in.

He set his hand on Lucy’s shoulder, his touch light and only the slightest bit hesitant as he braved leaning just a bit closer, head tilted just so and mismatched gaze searching. Devi could see nothing else wrong, and it was obvious that his cheeks were what pained him, but what could have been responsible for it? Surely not his tail, as he’d trusted the griffin to refrain from venturing into Devi’s personal space when uninvited and otherwise unwanted. “What happened?” he asked, his confusion and faint distress there for the world to see (although thank goodness only Lucy and Gogh were there to witness it). Just- just in case, he allowed himself a brief once-over of Lucy’s body, just to make certain there was no matter more pressing to tend to, and in doing so he noticed for the first time that the griffin was dressed in sweats- for P.E. of course, as they attended the class together and it was the first of the day and oh good god Devi wasn’t even dressed yet. He was mostly… naked in front of Lucy. Well, ********.

He hurriedly stumbled back, color flooding his cheeks in the short moment that Lucy was afforded the opportunity to see the spectacle. “We’re- we’re gonna be late, you doofus, get up!” he sniped, gulping hard and hoisting himself up, preparing to don his own clothes. It… there was no way that being almost nude and in the same room as the griffin simultaneously mattered, of course not; they were both of the male persuasion and they’d spent time enough with one another to be comfortable in each other’s presence, however many layers of clothing separated them. He hastily made a grab for his clothing and began dressing with a vengeance. Knowing that he’d only be causing more trouble for himself if he chose to wear his preferred clothing, he’d instead settled for a simple white t-shirt, eggplant-colored yoga pants with a light jacket to match, and black running shoes. It was by no means an ensemble he was proud of, but it was better to be practical and plain than… ostentatious and making a fool of himself splitting his pants in a bold endeavor to not come in dead-last for once. “Are you ready, Lucy?”

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Thierri stirred slowly beneath sheets that molded to his form. The friction of his bare skin against the crispness of the arctic linens sounded off, mixing with his incoherent groans to fill the looming silence. He had been awake for some time now, lazing about with his eyes closed. As he rolled from his side to his back, he arched up off the bed, the muscles in his legs flaunting their definition, as they clamped down with the force of a vise - taking advantage of the of a pillow that he'd place at the juncture of his thighs."Ugh!" He pressed the palms of both his hands against his head board as he contorted and stretched, before rolling onto his other side. Thierri had become accustom to the campus life, but had not outgrown his dread for the waking hours. It wasn't that he wasn't a morning person, no it was quite the contrary, but the moment the morning light assaulted his eyes, he became a hissing mass scrambling for the darkest corner of the room.

Honey colored disc, concealed by fleshy curtains, anxiously anticipated the routine reunion. He nuzzled the length of his locks that pooled over his pillow, procrastinating, only to delay the inevitable. Light seeped through the space allotted by curtains that had not been drawn completely, giving way to beams that stretched the span of his floor, illuminating flecks of dust that floated aimlessly about. He groaned again and clenched his jaw, causing the muscles to dance beneath the skin along his jawline. Slowly the lashes of his left eye fluttered, as he opened his eye slightly. "Ahhhhhhnnngh...uhhh!" he rolled out of the bed onto the floor, in a flurry of sheets and pillows. Once again, the room seem to fall into an undisturbed silence.

He lay motionless, staring up at the ceiling, surrounded by the casualties of his graceless decent from the comfort of his mattress. "I am glad that no one was here to see this." He assumed that he was alone. He had not heard anything that would elude to his dorm mate being in. He rolled over onto his stomach, crawled over to his bed and pulled himself up with the aid of his mattress, only to sprawl his upper body across its surface. "What time is it?...s**t! I am going to be late." This recognition and whispered declaration did nothing to hasten him to action. He stood up straight and yawned, basking in the chill that caressed his bare form. His appetite induced transformations gave way to an irrepressible comfort, but not without a cost. He lost a lot of clothes in the process. If he wasn't undressed by the time his body started to change, his clothes would dissolve into nothingness.

The night before was different. It had been one of both control and preparation. Thierri had spent the time with himself. Knowing that Mr. Acaria would be hosting his annual exam the following day, he wanted to harness the energy that his transformation provided without the hassle of leaving the campus grounds to find an eager companion. Before going to sleep, he'd taken a couple of drops the tonic that would reverse his metamorphosis, so that by the time he awoke, he'd be back to normal.

The transition back to a state of normalcy only corrected his appearance, but never brought back the clothes that he had once worn, not that being unclad bothered him (he has an unconditional love for his body and the definition of his own physique). Thierri moved to his bedside dresser to retrieve some jok trunks, before sauntering over to the bathroom to shower in preparation for the day ahead.

Singing could be heard coming from within the restroom, over the spray of the shower. When the water stopped the volume grew until the door opened and his voice was no longer contained. Thierri emerged shrouded in steam. He stood, weight shifted to his right hip, dabbing the length of his tresses with one towel - while another clung dangerously low about his waist. Droplets of water traveled his flesh, which prickled with goose bumps as the cold air mingled with his body. He realized that he would not have to time to cut his hair before reporting to the forest field, so when enough of the moisture had been soaked into the towel, he tossed it into the hamper and wove his locks into a long plait that fell just below the curve of his butt. As he crossed the room, he pulled the towel from his waist (and tossed it on the bed) revealing the trunks he had taken with him into the bathroom earlier.

He returned to the contents of his drawers, in a search of something comfortable to wear. He settled on some mesh black ruffskin running shorts, and a hooded black oakley sideless torque tee, before dropping to his all fours to grab his running shoes from under his bed. As he dressed, he could not contain his excitement for the exam. It reminded him of getting a yearly physical, minus the turn and cough aspect. Thierri smiled giddily as set down on his bed to put on his shoes, humming to himself as he went about tightening their laces. This was his third year, and he couldn't help but wonder how many new faces would be taking part in the exam. He shrugged the thought away, knowing that the most pressing matter would be the looks he would receive for showing up late. He stood and tapped the tip of his left shoe against the floor as if checking their sturdiness. "I guess I should head on over..." He grabbed the towel that had once been wreathed about his waist, headed toward the door and snatched his backpack (which he sets next to the room door) up off the floor, and left.

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The forest field was littered with people, mostly familiar faculty, who seemed too preoccupied with introductions to notice his approach. He stopped and waved childishly at the collective, "Morning!" Though he wasn't sure that he was anyone's favorite, he had a decent rapport with some of the instructors. "Sorry I'm late." He smiled in an endearing manner, revealing the indentation on the right side of his mouth, before jogging the rest of the distance over to the small group.

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Victorin couldn't handle school, at all.

The teachers were like students and the students were like children. Everybody was touchy and overly familiar. Men latched on to each other like shackles and the detained suffered in silence like it was a normal occurrence- it shouldn't be a normal occurrence! Victorin, older than all of the students and most of the teachers by far, was reeling every time he saw an instructor flaunt a lack of professionalism in front of their students, and grit his teeth lest he get in trouble. The last thing he needed was trouble, it had taken him hundreds, thousands of years to be allowed to attend school. All he wanted to do was get through the next couple of years relatively unscathed and move on to a normal, every day life. For a man whom had lived to see the rise and fall of dozens of empires, a normal life was ideal.

He wanted to be a human rights lawyer. It seemed so simple, something he could tell other people and it wouldn't warrant anything more than an impressed nod and a couple of questions. He didn't want to be the top dog of his species, he had no supernatural goals ( other than not being supernatural ), but if so why was he at this god-forsaken school? Which university would look at his transcripts and say; Well, thank god he was top of his class in magizoology and crystal magic! We need more men like him in law! Of all the gin joints in all the world, he walked right into the loony bin beside the gin joint. Victorin fumed, wondering why in the hell those classes were necessary to integrate them into a more human way of living.

The dreams didn't help either.

Tonight he was a blonde, but still a man. The number of times Victorin had tumbled headlong into a wet dream and tried desperately to turn it into some pleasant romantic episode was overwhelming at least, and even though Victorin had wanted to attend school for so long, an all-boys supernatural boarding school was potentially the worst for a dream walker. Day after day of deep-seated existential nightmares or fantasies left him feeling more and more drained as time wore on, and he had lived through the era of the symposium, a culturally accepted ***** cult.

"What's the rush?" Victorin reasoned, strained grin and forced ease the mark of somebody who was accustomed to being unintentionally assaulted. His hands slid against pillows and rumpled blankets as he eased himself away from the dreamer and closer to the wall- anything to stall. It had even been relatively successful, as the details of the dream began to cloud and lose definition as the dreamer began to fall deeper into sleep. For Victorin, who usually sent the dreamers into a headlong tailspin to nightmare town, he couldn't help but feel proud. Slow and steady after all.

Desperately hopeful, Victorin bit his lip in false interest, pushing the dreamer back into the indistinct swath of blankets. If the dreamer felt it was natural in the situation not to be in control, say, laying back in a pile of soft blankets while somebody else did all of the 'work', it was easier for the dream walker to coax them back to sleep, or escape. Whichever Victorin wanted, which in this case was almost always to escape. Easing himself backwards, quietly shifting towards the edge of the bed and a clean getaway, Victorin let his usually sharp and exasperated voice drift into a coy drawl. "Take it slow, relax."

That's when things went to hell quickly.

In his eagerness to put the dreamer back into a more restful state, Victorin failed to notice just how much attention the dreamer was paying to him. He had thought the loss of detail in the bed and pillows had been an unconscious sign of sleep, but his own hands looked vivid against the failing background; this dream was meant to be about them. The brunette now stared at Victorin in alarm, as if his leaving would somehow put him in danger, and the walls shook dangerously. 'Please don't make me do this, please don't make me do this-' was the mantra Victorin chanted in his head, trying to maintain a look of ease as he gently pushed the teen's shoulder back into the sheets. They were so close, Victorin to completing a job and the dreamer to something else entirely, but impatience won them both and Victorin jerked unceremoniously as his a** was grabbed with fervor.

"Good morning."

Victorin jumped and swore loudly, groaning in annoyance as he felt the second pair of lips find his neck that morning. Alaric. Shitbat. Eternal tormentor. Newest owner. There were several names for him, only one of which the bitter dream walker ever acknowledge existed (Which was Shitbat), but most called in Teacher. When Victorin had been given over to the Chirila family as a token of respect he was automatically wary of the family. The lady of the house openly hated having such a 'peasant-looking' boy skulking around their house doing nothing more than sleeping and eating (as he was not allowed off the estate), and the head of the household let his wife do as she pleased to Victorin as long as they retained him as a status symbol. When the lady could no longer stomach being in such poor company she handed him over to their estranged half-son, Alaric. In terms of treatment he was better than any prior family in spades, but his constant attacks on the only thing Victorin had left- his pride- left the boy reeling in shame. To Victorin, who could not die, it was worse than the physical hurt he had endured in every family before, but being able to go to school and the occasional kindness Alaric afforded him left the dream walker with little choice. He lived with Alaric, but he would not like it. Victorin grabbed Alaric's shoulder and shoved him off, grabbing his uniform off of the floor.

School was... Well, he had mentioned all there was to say before. It was a handful. He liked going, but every day he'd show up on time the other students would gawk at him like he was late anyways. Invariably the dream walker looked like he had just rolled out of bed with several partners, dark hair boyishly mussed and dark circles obvious in between his pale skin (almost always marred by bite marks and hickeys) and almost violently bright blue eyes. Victorin the sex god; take that Morpheus, but little did others know their sexual fascination with him, the lewd stares and wanting comments, were all products of him having fallen into their dreams. They didn't really feel that way about him, the dreamer simply traced back the object of their more intimate dreams back to him in the waking world. He ignored it easily, changing for the fitness test. 'Running'll clear m'head...' Even his thoughts felt slow and groggy.

Victorin had simply jogged. He had no physical capabilities over others, but his slow and steady pace lulled his classmates as he ran by, and without truly meaning to he left a small trail of sleepy students in his wake. Behind him he heard teachers flirting with each other, recoiled at the sight of one of them eye-banging a student, and his peers generally messing around. Slow and steady; he'd see the day through yet.



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██ Mornings had never really been Alaric's shtick. Despite the fact that he couldn't even sleep, there was just a sort of dull dislike for the time of the day when everyone else's eyes were still heavy with sleep and their bodies laden with exhaustion. While his never shut down, theirs were just waking up and there was something detestable in others doing something he could not. His call to a pseudo awakening was his bed partner's own frantic panic out of slumber and into the waking world, something that wasn't very unusual and thus didn't gather much concern from the younger male. Golden eyes watched the pale dreamwalker catch his breath and come to terms that he'd fallen into another unfortunate situation- there was no sympathy to be had though. Once the older seemed to be within this realm again, Alaric pushed one hand into the mattress and used it as leverage to lift his body, leaning in towards the raven haired male. Soft lips brushed over a bruised neck as the dhamphiri whispered out a hushed, "Good morning." It could've been romantic or even comforting, but all that came out was perhaps a harsh mock of the situation, words to rile up the dreamwalker more than he already was.

The reaction was exactly what he'd expected and as he was shoved away by the shoulder, he chuckled quietly and felt the satin sheets slide down his body as the dreamwalker rustled about, climbing out of bed and hunting down the uniform that he would be donning on his way to whatever the school was doing today. He let the other go without so much as another word and once the door was closed, he let his head fall back to the pillow, staring up to the ceiling with golden hues- today was the day he'd be making a formal introduction to his students. He'd already met people in the staff and they were, to say the least, interesting. A few of them were just children in men's bodies but a few seemed to also be legitimately intelligent. And if the staff was a variation of lunatics and geniuses, he could only imagine that the student body would be the same.

Reaching out to his nightstand, he picked up a book from the oaken room decoration and flipped through the pages until he came to the one he recalled last being on. He had time, after all, he was the political theory teacher and his showing up to this physical examination was a courtesy and not a necessity so showing up halfway through the event wouldn't cause any sort of issues. Lifting the book above him, his eyes began to scan over the words, finding leisure in the activity.

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Being a teacher had its perks. There was no strict schedule to follow on certain days as his classes weren't daily, or too important. They were more of an elective for kids to take when they happened to be interested in the more human side of their reality. Not a lot of them were, obviously as they planned to stay completely immersed in their supernatural heritage. Alaric couldn't blame them. Humans were sometimes awful creatures, emotional, short-lived, completely and utterly incomprehensible. That was another reason he thought he'd lucked out on landing a position on the Academy's staff. Making a withdrawal from the human atmosphere of his previous job was a miracle.

Having several decades of knowledge under his belt, he'd become a successful litigator. People were always so awestruck when they saw that the man standing for them in court looked to be one that was only fresh out of highschool. Rather amusing, actually.

Alaric had lingered in bed until he knew the school's physical event had started and only then did he deem it a good enough time to begin to get ready. After all, if he showed up even close to the same time as Victorin- he knew his meal that night would be more of a hassle than usual. He was quick to shower and dress himself in a well-kept suit. Long, tan fingers dealt deftly with the cuffs as glimmering golden eyes assessed himself in the bathroom's mirror.

The vampire was by no means someone who looked as if they were the appropriate candidate for teaching a classroom filled with hormonal teenagers. He himself appeared to be a youth only fresh out of school and the way he postured and acted didn't help the stigma. The dark circles beneath his eyes suggested that he hadn't slept the night before, or the night before that or... well, the night before that and they weren't exactly a flattering feature. His dark tresses remained perpetually messy and the few times he ever bothered to keep them from looking unruly was when his father was visiting. By nature, he was thin, all arms and legs that were casually kept hidden by clothing at all points in time seeing as he was relatively sensitive to light. His human side gave him the bit of protection he needed to keep from sunburning painfully a soon as he stepped outside, but, it was a comfort just to wear that extra layer. It also helped to hide the unseemly tattoos he'd acquired during a more rebellious time period in his life.

And then there were his eyes, probably one of the most redeeming qualities the dhamphiri held. A golden color, unsightly and somewhat fantastical. When people approached him, it was usually because of the hues and he'd laugh off the fascination and explain that they were contacts. No need to pointlessly draw attention from the humans that would deem him a freak or want more explanation as to just how his eyes defied the laws of nature and their's did not.

All-in-all, he was the type to be picked out of a crowd and yet, at the academy, he'd already noticed that he seemed to blend in. Not at all, the sore thumb he felt like in the human realm. And yet, sometimes that just wouldn't keep the stares off of him. Affixing a chic pair of shades over his eyes, Alaric checked his wristwatch for the time and figured that the other staff members and the other students would be so caught up in the event that his late arrival would go unnoticed. Thus, it meant that appearing now would be for the best.

On his way out, Alaric picked up a thin thermos out of the fridge for his breakfast. On his first few days of staff orientation, he'd been politely warned that drinking blood openly might disturb people or make them wary of himself and so keeping the nutrient in opaque bottles or containers was mandatory. It didn't particularly bother him. The less attention he drew, the better.

The ride to the closest parking lot near the meadow was fast enough and once he'd stepped out of the vehicle's protection, a swathe of supernatural smells hit him like a truck. "I suppose they'd be that way then." He murmured. The dhamphiri fixed a cigarette to his lips and lit up there, taking a deep breath of the smoky toxin before exhaling and starting his stride towards the field of students.

Once nearby, he noted dully that it seemed to be some sort of roughly set up obstacle course- clearly a one-man job. The students had crowded around the man that he'd met as the Physical education teacher during on of the orientations and the rest of the staff were on standby just near. Alaric decided he'd keep his distance for now and lounged just within the shade of the trees nearby, puffing away at his cigarette and watching the going-ons. Albeit, he wasn't too surprised that his gaze was caught by one student in particular and he supposed, for once, the shades did their job in hiding something other than the golden irises.

[Horo Guramu]

xxxxxxxx❛ I wanna be with you nowx☁
xxxx██████████████████████████████████████
xxxxxxxxxxxx◢ ┊Let's shorten this distancex×xbetween the two of us
xxxwe can still make it on timexwe can start overxwe can be as onexwe can still make it on timexwe can start overxwe can be as one
xxxwe can still make it on timexwe can start overxwe can be as onexwe can still make it on timexwe can start overxwe can be as one
xxxxxxxx▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇ ▇xSomeday even this distance ⇣
xxxxxx↺ We'll be able to embracexxWe can start sooner
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❥ After all 【 I wanna be with you 】

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxI'M AT :: dorm room > field xxI'M WITH :: devi && gogh > everyone xxI'M FEELING :: happy, excited xxI'M WEARING :: grey sweats, white tee, black track jacket, running shoes xx


The griffin’s cheeks hurt like hell. He could almost feel the searing hot pain radiating from his skin. Curiosity really kills the cat, he thought. Or more like in his case, hits him repeatedly as if he was being slapped by a thousand palms. The red-haired student bit his lip and whined like a punished kitten, hovering his hands above his cheeks, wanting so badly to nurse them. But he knew if he so touched them, they would bring a whole new world of hurt. “Hey...” Came a soft, ample voice from across the room, which finally caught Lucy’s attention. When he looked up, there his roommate was, sprawled on all fours, with a concerned face that made the griffin feel tiny pangs of guilt in his chest. He wanted to speak and his lips trembled with the intention to, but soon Devi’s body moved closer. It was just enough to keep a friendly distance; enough for Devi to put a hand on Lucy and inspect him. Though, it was also enough for the griffin to take a good whiff of the devil’s scent. Enough for him to have his heart racing for what seemed like the umpteenth time today. His state of near-nakedness did not help either; his chest was so nice and his skin so porcelain and his underwear really highlighted the best parts of Devi’s nether regions. He could feel his cheeks beginning to tint a deep red and for a minute, he was relieved that the marks on his cheeks were dark enough to cover part of his oncoming blush. Devi then asked about what had happened to him, breaking the silence between them and thus Lucy’s trance. “Uh...um, I…” Lucy found himself stuttering at a loss. He really didn’t know what to say. Well, actually, what ran along his mind was: ’Hey, I was just touching your tail because it attracted me and it attacked me all of a sudden while I was doing it. Since when did you have a tail, by the way? It’s sexy’ but like hell would he tell Devi that. Or the latter half anyway. If his roommate knew of what the griffin did, there was no telling how angry he’d get for breaking their personal space rule. Wait...was there even a personal space rule? Not like he and Devi discussed it or anything...Nevertheless, he had a feeling the devil would more than likely get upset, and he didn’t want Devi mad at him. Not now, not ever.

But would the truth be better than lying? It could hurt him-both of them in the long run, and his father always told him how lying never amounted to anything. Lucy gulped, his eyes shuffling trying to find the right words to explain his situation. He fumbled with his fingers for a bit with a downcast expression, before looking up at Devi once more. Devi would be mad from this, definitely, but might as well have him find out now then by some else later (he glanced briefly over to the sleeping Gogh, whom he had a feeling saw everything happening). “I...well, to be honest, Devi, when I came in the room, I saw your tail and--” Lucy’s awkward speech was shortly interrupted by Devi moving back and stumbling further from him. Instantly his heart lunged. D-did he figure it out already? Was he that appalled by what Lucy did to him?? The griffin took to his feet, ready to offer a million apologies. However, before he could speak a word, Devi spoke in his place. “We’re-we’re gonna be late, you doofus, get up!” He said in a rather flustered fashion. Lucy couldn’t exactly make the connection with what Devi told him, a part of him focused on the adorable blush that decorated his pale skin. But as soon as he got up to run over to his drawer (damn, Devi’s butt looked really good), he realized just exactly what his devil roommate was talking about. The diagnostic test. s**t.

With renewed vigor, the griffin sped to his own drawer, pulling out a white tee, then a black sport jacket from his closet. He then proceeded to take the running shoes he wore earlier when he jogged. Before he could finally finish dressing, he moved towards the mirror, taking one of his favorite headbands from the top of the dress--the one that was carefully embossed with some griffin gold and special fabric that works well if Lucy sweat too much--and putting it on to give his hair that signature style. The headband was a made by his mother when he was younger. Though normally it was meant to be a keepsake, Lucy found it too convenient not to just leave it around in the dust to look nice. He re-adjusted his eyepatch after doing so, and once he was ready, turned around to find Devi already dressed and waiting. Suddenly, the red-haired student couldn’t help but feel disappointed with his roommates addition of clothing... “Are you ready, Lucy?” He asked, to which the griffin nodded. “Y-yeah. Let’s go?”

This was seriously going to be a long a** day.




The walk to the field wasn’t that terrible, thankfully. It was more like the two of them sprinted due to being as late as they were. The entire time Lucy kept his pace even with Devi, not wanting to out-run him or anything or leave him behind. He would’ve felt terrible doing that. But because of it, the redhead snuck a couple of glances towards the rushing devil. He admired this roommate’s running form and how those yoga pants fit his legs just righ--‘Dammit, Lucy.’ The creature thought, quickly catching himself and facing forward to avoid anymore careless looks. ‘Get yourself together. What the hell is wrong with you today??? Devi is just your roommate and your friend. Thats it.’ He proceeded to slap his cheek to ‘wake him up,’ which unfortunately garnered a groan of pain from the man. The sting left by Devi’s tail was still evident. The slap just reminded Lucy of just how much it hurt. ‘Goddammit, me. This is what I get, huh?’

Soon enough, they arrived at their intended destination. A crowd was already beginning to form, and Lucy could already recognize a bunch of familiar faces among the masses. There was Thierri, Al, Victorin, Akihiro by some of the trees and a couple of people he was vaguely familiar with. Teachers were already there too, of course, some of the more obvious ones being Fenrir and his wif-husband (He really should stop doing that). Lucy also noticed a couple other students beginning their jogs. Oops. Hopefully Professor Fenrir wouldn’t penalize him and Devi for being tardy. Just as Lucy and Devi walked closer to the crowd, the griffin spotted an extremely familiar red tuff of hair. He grinned, feeling excitement enter his system, and soon he found himself leaving Devi and skipping over to the hobgoblin, throwing his arms around him in a surprise glomp from the back. “Puckyyy, you’re here!” Lucy chuckled in glee. There was no doubt Puck wouldn’t be, but he was always glad to see his friend around. The griffin could already feel his griffin heart beating 100 miles per minute, both at being with him and strangely, coming in contact with him. “I didn’t see you in the showers this morning! I half assumed you were going to sleep in today, hahaha!” A hearty laugh left Lucy’s lips. He let go of Puck then, to allow him to face him, and he enjoyed the welcome sight of the shorter creature. He had a normal sports outfit on, but to Lucy, it made him appear very cute. Those shorts were really nice on him. And also, he felt...oddly giddy for some reason. It wasn’t like he went for days without seeing Puck--he just saw him yesterday, in fact, but it felt like it. There was a need Lucy could feel...an instinct or a desire to stay by the hobgoblin’s side, and that made his heart flutter in happiness. It was...well, it was like being with Devi. Like when he saw Devi after a long day of classes.

Speaking of the devil, Lucy turned back to see the male standing by his lonesome. A brief feeling of guilt overcame him for second, but he immediately shook it off. “Oi, Devi! What are you standing there for, come over here!” Lucy yelled with a smile, gesturing for the creature to stand with them. He wanted to be as close to him as possible. Same thing with Puck, really. Lucy always enjoyed his time more when he was together with the both of them simultaneously. Was that strange? Nah. They were...they were just his friends. Yeah. Friends who made him feel weird things and do weird things. That was completely normal with friends, right?.....





cream kittiki




wisteria may




ooc

UGLY POST IS UGLY. WILL EDIT THIS TOMORROW BC I AM TIRED
but yay let the PuLuVi begin |D

[Furry to the Core]

Kristoffer had managed to find a nice little spot in the woods to wait out the chapel bell to ring. The forest canopy had a hole in it, allowing the morning sun to shine through a brightly illuminate a spot on the ground. He didn't sit in the spot of light, instead, he was leaning up against a tree a little ways away, watching the light, the little spots that moved about through the air, bobbing and falling. The first time he had heard the bell ringing, it had been horrible and loud. He was a natural early riser, so he'd already been awake at the time. His first instinct of that terrifying din had been to run as fast as he could in the other direction, and he'd done so. Since then he'd learned to be far far away from the clatter when it started.

He had managed to settle himself comfortably against the tree, his arms hugging his knees to his chest. Kristoffer was still trying to decide what to think of this new place that he'd found himself in, a place that shattered misconceptions about how the world worked. He'd never really been that interested in the supernatural, so he was a bit more ignorant on the subject than most, but that would probably be true with most things. Overall though, it was becoming harder and harder not to see these people as mostly... normal. He'd only gotten here a few weeks ago, and when he'd arrived, he'd focused on everything strange and weird. How some of the people had abnormal features, and how some could literally play with fire in their hands. It had all been new and terrifying, but as he saw more, he'd seen other things as well. Two boys having a friendly game of basketball, people talking about the newest album some group had put out, even a couple kissing in a dark corner when they thought no one was looking. It was a little comforting knowing such normality happened among such strange creatures.

Kristoffer jerked himself when his watch alarm went off. He wasn't used to wearing the thing, and he couldn't remember how to turn the stupid thing off. His thick fingers began pressing the buttons, trying to find the right one, but the stupid thing just kept beeping at him. In one final act of frustration, he unclasped it from his wrist, before banging it against one of the tree's roots. Eventually, the thing finally shut up, whether because he hit the right one, or he'd broken it. He wasn't quite sure. In any case, it marked the time when the bell should be finished ringing, so it was time to head back. He had a nagging feeling he was forgetting something, and he wasn't likely to remember it out here.

He put the watch in his pocket, before getting up on his feet, curling his toes to feel the dirt beneath them. He hadn't even bothered to put shoes on this morning, besides, he was starting to run out. Sometimes, someone was nice and returned a pair that he'd lost. Not a lot of people here whose feet were as big as his. He stretched out for a moment, feeling a small pop along his spine before plodding off. The pace increased slowly, till he was jogging back to the school. The male wasn't wearing anything spectacular, a pair of jeans that were well faded, large stains that had been washed repeatedly, from mud, grass, along with other things. He'd gotten a few second glances from his long-sleeved flannel shirts, but he didn't end up paying those much mind.

Despite his long-legged pace, it still took a little while before he managed to get to the school's front gates. Kristoffer took a moment to slip his sunglasses on, shifting them about to block as much of the sunlight as he could, bringing everything he saw into his darker field of vision. His breathing slowly settled down to normal as he began walking to his dorm room. There were a few people up and about, and he took to avoiding meeting them like he usually did. That was likely going to have to stop, classes were starting up and he would soon be forced to interact with the other students. He came around the bend to where the dorms were, pausing at something that caught his eye. There was a collection of people further away, along with some sort of... plant thing, big though. Had that been there before? He was pretty sure it hadn't. It was pretty big, hard for even him to miss. Oh, oooooh, that was what it had been. There was some sort of fitness test going on today. He didn't like tests very much, but he did like running around, so maybe this one would be different.

He approached slowly, fidgeting a little bit as his eyes darted about. As much as he tried to shrink inside himself, it was hard not to notice the teen, who was already a couple inches over six feet tall. Not many here boasted that sort of height, though Kristoffer noticed there was quite a few teacher looking people here. He took a spot to the back of what looked like a bunch of students, shifting from one foot to the other. He kept his head downcast, showing of a rat's nest of brown hair that still had a couple bits of forest debris. He spotted his roommate, but he couldn't put a name to the other. Kristoffer was bad with names, it was easier remembering an image than a word.

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Where: Proving grounds
With: A lot of teachers and students.
Thinking: Maybe no one will notice me...