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                                                  [ ⓛ ][ ⓜ ][ ⓝ ][ ⓞ ][ ⓟ ][ ⓠ ][ ⓡ ][ ⓢ ][ ⓣ ][ ⓤ ][ ⓥ ]
                                                  [ ⓦ ][ ⓧ ][ ⓨ ][ ⓩ ]

                                                  ( UPPER BUBBLE LETTERS )
                                                  [ Ⓐ ][ Ⓑ ][ Ⓒ ] [ Ⓓ ][ Ⓔ ][ Ⓕ ][ Ⓖ ][ Ⓗ ][ Ⓘ ][ Ⓙ ]
                                                  [ Ⓚ ][ Ⓛ ][ Ⓜ ][ Ⓝ ][ Ⓞ ][ Ⓟ ][ Ⓠ ][ Ⓡ ][ Ⓢ ][ Ⓣ ]
                                                  [ Ⓤ ][ Ⓥ ][ Ⓦ ][ Ⓧ ][ Ⓨ ][ Ⓩ ]

                                                  ( UPPER GOTHIC LETTERS )
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                                                  𝔄 𝔅 ℭ 𝔇 𝔈 𝔉 𝔊 ℌ ℑ 𝔍 𝔎 𝔏 𝔐 𝔑 𝔒 𝔓 𝔔 ℜ 𝔖 𝔗 𝔘 𝔙 𝔚 𝔛 𝔜 ℨ

                                                  ( LOWER GOTHIC LETTERS )
                                                  𝔞 𝔟 𝔠 𝔡 𝔢 𝔣 𝔤 𝔥 𝔦 𝔧 𝔩 𝔪 𝔫 𝔬 𝔭 𝔮 𝔯 𝔰 𝔱 𝔲 𝔳 𝔴 𝔵 𝔶 𝔷

                                                  ( UPPER TYPEWRITER LETTERS )
                                                  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R
                                                  S T U V W X Y Z

                                                  ( LOWER TYPEWRITER LETTERS )
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                                                  z ʎ x ʍ ʌ n ʇ s ɹ b d o u ɯ ן ʞ ɾ ı ɥ ƃ ɟ ǝ p ɔ q ɐ

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                                                  α β c ם ∂ δ є ғ ɢ н ι נ к ℓ м и σ ρ q я s т υ v ω x ץ/ч z

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                                                  →№← xxxx ~♡ⓛⓞⓥⓔ♡~

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                                                  ENCASEMENT
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                                                  ᴄʀᴀᴠɪɴɢ: Ouran Host Club (Yuri), The Hobbit [OC x OC][Legolas x Tauriel][Legolas x OC][Tauriel x OC], Supertnatural [OC x Dean Winchester]. emotion_awesome
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                                                  Dragon Riders [Aerandir Anwarunya]
                                                  Running With Wolves [Twain Solemnheart (now Tempest Oncoming)]

                                                  NOTE: They are old; however, I am still planning on posting and keeping up with any roleplay listed here.




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                                                  Nightpaw
                                                  Iliana V
                                                  Coming Soon: Aurelia & Zephyros Jinks

                                                  Any layouts that I have created on page 2 are also
                                                  characters that are able to be roleplayed with. Profiles may become
                                                  available down the road.

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                                                  Player Name : Kiona1

                                                  [ Pic by Unsteadily ]

                                                  Character Name : Nightpaw

                                                  Previous Name : Tearfall

                                                  Cub Name : Tearfall

                                                  Soul Name : Reyl

                                                  Gender : Female

                                                  Age : 400

                                                  Family : [Roughbite - Father - Deceased] [Bloombush - Mother - Deceased] [Brushtide - Sister - Deceased]

                                                  Lovemate(s) : None

                                                  Lifemate(s) : None

                                                  Recognized Lifemate : None, but want one

                                                  Soul Brother/Sister : None, but really would like one biggrin

                                                  Skills/Hobbies : Quick and agile on her feet. Has a very calming affect on those around her, elf or beast/Laying with her wolf-friend, interaction with the tribe (especially friends), howling the Wolfsong at the moon, and going on the Hunt.

                                                  Weapons/Tools : Really adept with daggers and short weapons.

                                                  Tribal Duty : Healer in Second and Treeshaper

                                                  Hunting Party : Yes

                                                  Magic : Animal Bonding, Sending, Healing, and Treeshaping

                                                  PERSONALITY
                                                  General Description: Harmonious, cherishing, and a levelheaded confidante. Tenacious hunter, warmhearted healer, scintillating and sprightly dancer, and an empathetic treeshaper. Nimble, lithe, and convivial.


                                                  Likes/Dislikes : Sparring, the Hunt, shaping the earth around her (she loves nature), running with her wolf-friend through the forest all the way to the edge of the Vastdeep Waters, making friends with elves other than the Wolfriders, and dancing/Interruption, not being able to go on the Hunt, unhappy or depressed tribesmates, and rejection.

                                                  Fears : Others will not enjoy her company, her wolf-friend dies, or she loses a tribesmate/recognized lover or friend.

                                                  Strong Points : Brings a calm, nuturing opinion to Council and when talking to others making her someone easy to open up to in rough times.

                                                  FEATURES

                                                  Hair/Color : Brown auburn-highlighted short locks tied with a reddish hair-sash.

                                                  Eyes/Color : Large, piercing golden-yellow -- hers closely resemble the wolves they run with.

                                                  Height/Build : Nightpaw is average for a Wolfrider female at 41 inches [3'5"]. She has an athletic dancer-type build with a lot of flexibility in her range of motion.

                                                  Clothes/Colors : Off-shoulder mid-drift tank-tunic with white 'sleeves' and reddish/white bodice. Reddish pants with white belt and brown boots.

                                                  Jewelry/Decorations : Two earrings at the top of her left ear and three delicate black and white feathers adorning the front of her tunic.

                                                  Special Items : Two forearm length swords crafted by Two-Edge himself - passed to her from her father, Roughbite. A brown belt pouch that her mother, Bloombush, crafted for her to carry Dreamberries.

                                                  PERSONAL HISTORY
                                                  Nightpaw was born to two Recognized Lifemates, Roughbite and Bloombush. Of course, her parents did not Recognize for several turns of the seasons being only lovemates through thick and thin. They Recognized when Roughbite was jolted off of his wolf during the Hunt and Bloombush, unable to leave him behind, turned back to save him from the running branch-horns. When their eyes met, as Bloombush pulled him up onto her wolf, they could not help but know each other's soul names and know each other like they hadn't before - connected.

                                                  Roughbite and Bloombush's Recognition gave them twin cubs, Tearfall and Dreamtop. Their beginnings were like any other cubs; playing around the Holt, roughhousing, and wanting ever-so-desperately to go on the Hunt with their parents. But, the twins changed after they lost their parents to a magic-stricken beast that the whole tribe had to work hard (and lose many) to take down. Tearfall and Dreamtop were old enough to fight...and see their beloved parent's death at the creature. Dreamtop still had her head in the cloud's (like she always was as a cub), but her innocent dreaming changed to lost, unfocused thought as she often went to stare out at the Vastdeep Waters on the shore. Tearfall, whose name was meant to be one of elation, morphed into a sad, almost depressed meaning and now reflected pain and suffering. Seeing the two females as changed from these names, the Council decided to rename the girls....Dreamtop was now Brushtide and Tearfall was Nightpaw.

                                                  The twins were closer than ever after their name changes, completely feeling the loss of their parents in it, but knowing their soul's name would carry them on in spirit. Brushtide spent much of her time, when she wasn't busy with tribal duties, looking out to the vast waters...lost in her thoughts and self. She always spoke to Nightpaw of memories they shared from when they were cubs and Nightpaw knew her twin sister was slipping far in her mourning. During the following Storm Season, the Great Waves plagued the Holt from the Vastdeep Waters; oftentimes, many dared not brave the shore during the storm, but Brushtide did - especially her great loss. Nightpaw knew this storm would be one of the worst the Holt had seen, so she went after her sister to shield her, but was only in time to see Brushtide swept away by the tide. Nightpaw thought that it was appropriate, considering she seemed to truly want to be "lost" at sea.
                                                  Nightpaw was very thankful after losing her sister to not have the name Tearfall anymore; however, she felt peace because she knew her sister did not, and was not able to, live in "the now" of wolf-thought. Brushtide would always be lost in her grieving of Roughbite and Bloombush.

                                                  The bond that Nightpaw shared with her bond-wolf, Goldberry, strengthened in the passing time after the incident and she would always take runs through the trees or open plains with him. She loved the nature around her and seemed to connect with every living thing's soul...that was how her plant-shaping ability presented itself as she lazily talked to small branch one day, touched it with her finger, and watched it grow slightly beneath her touch. Nightpaw became multifariously calm after that, however, never rejecting the thrill of the Hunt and its violence; but, also respecting it all the more.

                                                  Goldberry got hurt when a group of wandering five-fingered ones (humans) got frightened and attacked passing wolves...knowing them to be friends with the four-fingered 'demons'. The Wolfriders chased them off, but Nightpaw could NOT lose another she cared about so soon. She held her wolf-friend, wishing and praying to the High Ones that they not take him from her yet...not after all she had lost. Although healing is lesser when used on animals, the frantic gesture to save Goldberry manifested Nightpaw's healing ability...and it worked!

                                                  Nightpaw tries not to let grief or unrest get to her if she can help it, so she faces situations and conversation with levelheaded opinions. She is a big fan of dreamberries and dreamberry wine, savoring the intoxicating affect they have on her elfin body. She also loves to dance, showing her emotion in expressive movement. She tried to live in the now of wolf-though and "the Way" for her sister and because all of her family would have wanted her to live.

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                                                  Name : Goldberry

                                                  Age : 3

                                                  Gender : Male

                                                  Appearance : Goldberry

                                                  Personality : His pale-yellow eyes reveal wisdom and intelligence. He is calm normally, though his spastic bursts of energy show the youth he still possess...though these outbursts sometimes get him swift reminders of causing unnecessary unrest among the pack members.


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    MANDii RiiKA SHAW

    Wake Up! Wake Up! Wake Up! That was all that Mandy could hear issuing from her alarm clock as it beeped into the morning. She hated waking up, she hated it very very very much. No, Mandy just hated mornings that was why she hated the nagging of her alarm clock. Thrashing around a little bit, she opened her eyes and she glared at the ceiling, then she turned and reached for her alarm clock. Sadly, she was closer to the edge of the bed than she had expected and she fell off of her bed with a loud thud and she groaned as she finally reached up and turned her alarm clock off. Lying on the floor for a little while, she sighed, groaned, then she sat up and looked around her oh-so-familiar room. The walls were white, but were very hard to see considering there were so many posters of various rock bands and various actors on her walls. Sighing, yet again, she untangled herself from her black comforter and she stood. Stretching with an odd noise escaping her mouth, she picked up her comforter and then she made her bed. Rubbing her eyes and yawning, Mandy walked over to her window and she pulled back the black curtains. Blinking from the bright light that was different to the darkness of her room, she looked out the window and muttered under her breath as she saw the rain pouring down. "Great..." she muttered as she rolled her eyes and moved toward her bathroom. Luckily, she had her own bathroom and didn't really have to share with the rest of her family.

    Walking straight to her shower, she turned the water on and got the shower going, but made sure the water was lukewarm. Letting it run, she walked back into her bedroom and grabbed some clothes, then she returned to the bathroom. Grabbing a dark red towel from underneath the sink, she placed it on the toilet, which was the closet place she would be able to grab it when she got out of the shower. Getting in the shower, she was singing the song Warning by Incubus and she sang a few of their songs before she finally got out of the shower fifteen to twenty minutes later. Grabbing the towel off of the toilet, she quickly dried herself off and got dressed. Pulling her damp hair up with the towel, she chuckled at her appearance in the mirror, she looked like she was wearing a turban. But despite that fact, she liked the way she looked. Mandy was wearing dark blue jeans that stopped at her hips and they were accompanied by her black studded belt and her studded chain wallet. Then, she had on a white short-sleeved shirt with black skulls on it. Over her shirt, she had on a black zip-up hoodie that said Misfits in bold white letters and had the Misfit symbol in white all around it. Around her neck, Many had a thick chain with a padlock at the end of it and above that she had a black-spiked choker. Fastened around one of her wrists was a thick black watch, then the other had a bunch of black, yellow, and darkred thin, rubber bands. All supposedly having a different meaning with the color, but she didn't care. Plugging in her straightener, she turned it up to a high level, then she walked out of her bathroom and changed her earrings (four in each ear) out as well as her tongue ring. Finally, she switched her belly button piercing out and then her lip ring. God, she loved her piercings and was thinking about getting a few tattoos, but she didn't know how her parents would react, so she was putting it off for now.

    Moving into the bathroom, yet again, she began to straighten her hair. Which was a fairly bright yellow on top, then black underneath. She was glad she had natural black hair, so all she really had to do was dye her hair blonde when it began to fade. As she finished up, she unplugged her straightener and then she moved down the stairs. She could smell something really good cooking and she assumed that her mother was making breakfast and coffee. Oh, how she loved to wake up to her mom's cooking, even though she didn't like getting up in the morning. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, however, she heard the doorbell ring and she turned to raise an eyebrow at the door as if it were playing a trick on her. Why she looked at the door that way, no one really knew, but she finally walked over and grabbed the doorknob. Turning it, she opened the door and saw the neighbor standing there...his name was Sam.
    "Hey Sam. Come on in...I don't know what KC is going, but you're welcome to wait..." she said as she beckoned him into the house, he was probably freezing out there in that pouring rain. Knowing that he would most likely shut the door, she left it open so he could walk into the house, then she made her way steadily into the kitchen where her mom, was in fact, cooking breakfast. Smiling, she walked over to her mother and wrapped her arms around her mother's shoulders. "Mmm..mom it smells delicious, whatcha making?" she asked as she took in a big breath and bathed in the mouth-watering scent. Her mother chuckled before she replied, "Butter croissant with ham and cheese with a side of egg. Milk, coffee, or juice is your choice of drink" Mandy smiled and she grabbed herself a glass of juice, she loved her mother's cooking, but maybe that was because her mother was a chef. Who knew...

    Mandy was sort of spacing out when her mother finally snapped her out of her daydreams of eatting her mother's food, when she asked, "So...where's Kasey?" Mandy shrugged before she replied,
    "She is probably still asleep, I mean...you never know how long she stays up writing those stories of hers.." She gave her mother a 'what?' look when she glanced at her with a warning. Mandy couldn't help it, she knew her sister wrote a lot of stories and all that. It was her dream to become a big writer or something, she didn't know, but she knew that writing was important to her and it was what she used to express herself. It was like Mandy and her rock music and her style, it was her way of showing her individuality. You really couldn't blame Kasey for wanting to use writing as a means of escape or whatever she used it for.

    Sitting down at the table she began to eat her breakfast and drink her juice, while she looked through the local newspaper. She was always wondering when new bands were coming into town to play or something, she loved going to watch the local bands as well as the famous ones. Seeing no one interesting coming to town, she finished up her breakfast, washed her plates up, kissed her mother on the cheek, then walked back upstairs to grab her bag, her keys, and her iPod. Jamming the ear buds in her ears, she walked back downstairs and looked at the clock on the wall. God, she must've gotten ready fast or something because she still had another half an hour before she had to be gone and off to work. She worked at the local CD store, boring, but she made money so she didn't complain. Looking down at the screen of her iPod, she looked through until she found a song that she had really wanted to listen to lately. The song was Paralyzer by Finger Eleven. She softly began humming and singing to the song as she walked down into the living room and she plopped herself down onto the couch. She hoped that she wouldn't have to go up and wake up Kasey, but she would if she really really had to.


Kiona1
    MANDii J0HNS0N

    Wake Up! Today's The Day! Wake Up! That was all that Mandy could hear issuing from her alarm clock as it beeped annoyingly into the morning. She absolutely hated mornings, but today was just a different day. Of course, she rolled over to turn her alarm clock off, but she was closer to the edge of the bed that she had expected and she fell to the floor with a loud thud. Groaning, Mandy quickly untangled herself from the comforter she had and she jumped up. Making her bed, she nearly did a little dance next to her bed, wearing nothing else but white and blue boxer shorts and a black tank top. Finishing up with her bed, she walked over to the tiny window that was in her room and she pulled open the blinds. It was a beautiful day outside, which seemed to match her mood. Do you really want to know why Mandy was so happy? Well...today was the day that she got out of rehabilitation and was able to rejoin the world, with only AA meetings to attend!

    Mandy walked over to the drawers, then remembered that the night before she had packed all her things. Sighing, she walked over to the opposite side of her bed and grabbed the two cases that were sitting there. Rummaging through one of them, she grabbed some clothes, then she grabbed her straightener and she moved away from her room and down to where the bathrooms. That was what she hated about this place, the bathrooms were so damn far away from where her room was, but right now she could care less...she was going home! Walking into the bathroom, she saw one girl brushing her hair through and she smiled at her slightly, then she went back to where the showers were and she turned one on. Walking back, she plugged her straightener in, then she walked over to get into the shower. Taking a quick ten to fifteen minute shower, then she got out and dried off, then she changed quickly. Walking back over to where her straightener was, she began to straighten her hair dry. Her hair was naturally black and she had a bright blonde on top. It looked good against black hair.

    Finishing up straightening her hair, she unplugged it and she stepped back to look at her appearance. She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with black skulls on it, then she had a black zip-up hoodie that had various colored skulls on the front of it. She was also wearing dark blue jeans that were hip-huggers and she put on a black studded belt with her studded chain wallet. Slipping into her black converses, she stared at her appearance and frowned, she still felt like something was missing. Smirking, she gathered up her stuff and she walked back to her room. Looking through her stuff again, she pulled out her thick chain necklace that had a padlock on the end and her black spiked choker. Fastening them onto her neck, she grabbed her thick black watch and her black, darkred, and pink bracelets and she put them onto her wrists. Looking at her appearance again, she liked her look. She even had all her piercings in for the first time in awhile. Belly button? Check. Tongue? Check. Ears (four in each)? Check. Lip? Check. Sighing, Mandy felt like a human being again, not some psycho in rehab.

    Repacking the things she wouldn't be needed when she left the center, she grabbed her iPod and she stuffed it into her hoodie pocket, then she grabbed her bags and made her way out of her room. Stopping at the door, she looked back at the room she had spent a year in...she was sad that she was leaving it, but she was even more excited that she would be rejoining her friends...and that one guy she had kept on her mind this whole time. She now began to wonder if he had kept his promise and waited for her...

    Mandy couldn't wait...this would be an adventure she was sure she would never forget...

    Turning her back on the room, she left that room and hopefully...she would never have to see it again...



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    Mandy Malfoy

    The girl was moving her fingers swiftly across the keyboard of the computer. Her blue-grey eyes flicking across the screen and a smirk soon appeared on her face, revealing pearly white teeth. Running a manicured hand through her hair, she looked around her all-too-familiar room and she stared at the things she wouldn’t be seeing until probably Christmas. Then, she turned her attention back to the computer, which she was only lucky to get…considering it was a muggle item and she and her family considered them inferior. She had made a few muggle friends, but they were only there for her to use and get things for her that she needed…oh how she loved using people. She had told a lot of people that she would be gone this coming year considering she was going to a private school, though she didn’t know the name. They were wishing her the best and telling her that they would miss her…she thought it was amusing and just like muggles to do.

    The girl had platinum blonde hair that was dyed black underneath and she had a few piercings. One on her lip, one on her belly button, then she had four in each ear. Not only that, her parents had let her get two tattoos before she was eighteen. So she had a dragon on her hip that started around mid-thigh and snaked up her leg to her hip. Also she had a celtic heart tattooed across her lower back. As she finished typing something up on the computer in front of her, she heard a loud knock on the door and she heard a harsh and cold voice say, “You better hurry up…I don’t have a lot of time to wait here for you, so I can drop you off at the bus stop…” Rolling her eyes slightly, she recognized the voice that belonged to her father, Lucius Malfoy. Yes…the girl was a Malfoy, in fact, her name was Mandy Malfoy and she was Draco Malfoy’s half sister from Narcissa.

    Her older half brother had graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England and she was hoping that she would go there too, but she had to move to America and this house in Michigan to follow some order Lord Voldemort had given her father before he died. Though she did live in a large house and all that, she stilled missed being home in England. Sighing, she scratched her left arm, which had the dark mark tattooed there…one tattoo she usually kept covered with a bunch of bracelets or a thick watch or even a sweat band. Then, if she didn’t wear those, she wore long sleeves. She had gotten the mark not too long before Lord Voldemort died…now, she had to watch over his son and make sure that no harm came to him and that she listened to him, considering he would be taking the dark throne eventually.

    The knocking on her door, soon progressed to banging and she sighed. “I’m coming geez…don’t get your knickers in a knot!” she yelled back, then the banging stopped and she heard him walk off down the hallway. Turning the computer off, she stood and she walked over to the mirror to look at her appearance. She wore a black school-girl skirt that stopped at mid-thigh and she was also wearing a white blouse that had long sleeves, but they were rolled up to her elbows. Around her neck was a green and white tie, then she also had her trademark black choker that was studded. On her left wrist, she had a thick black watch and an assortment of bracelets that covered up the dark mark…as best as they could. Fixing the dark eyeliner around her eyes, she finally grabbed her chapstick and ran it over her lips, then she grabbed a large black and green tote bag. Slinging it over her shoulder, she walked out of her room and down the large staircase. Checking the watch on her wrist, she saw that it was 10:35 and she smirked, she had a little bit of time…she would probably be early to the bus…wow that would be a first for her.

    Meeting her father in the foyer, she flashed him the Malfoy trademark smirk, then she moved pass him to get into a black towncar. She knew that their house elf had probably already put her luggage in the car already so she wouldn’t have to wait. Her father slid into the seat beside her and she turned to look at his long, shoulder-blade length, platinum blonde hair. “What? You don’t need to be into the Ministry early today?” she asked as she raised a slender eyebrow at him. He turned to look at her and he sneered…not even bothering to answer her. Mandy shrugged it off however, he never really talked to her that much anyway. Lucius pulled out of the large driveway, then he sped off down the street. Mandy sat there, idly looking out the window and at all the trees that went by. She always did that. Every year, when she was driven to that damn bus stop, she stared out that damn window.

    Mandy began to wonder why they had left without Cael, who was Voldemort’s son. No one knew that but her family of course, then she thought about some things and realized that she hadn’t seen her mother at all that morning. She must have driven Cael to the bus stop, where her dad was driving her. They sat in silence for awhile, but then her father looked over at her and said, “Mandy. You be sure that you watch over Cael…and listen to him…I’ll know if you don’t.” Mandy turned her blue-grey eyes at her father and she flashed him a smirk. “Lucius. Don’t worry. I’ll be good.” she said as she turned her gaze back out the window. They were getting close now.

    Her father soon pulled up to a corner and Mandy looked out the window on her side and she saw a few people walking toward a side trail, there was a barrier there, by a tree that would take her onto the street that the bus came to pick all the Elfwood students up at. Opening her door, she walked to where her trunk was and she set it on the ground. Picking it up by a small handle, she began to roll it behind her and she turned to smirk at her father, who just nodded at her, then drove off. Mandy slowly made her way toward the trail and where the barrier was.

    Picking up her pace from a walk to a light jog, she drew close and she broke into a run. Hitting the barrier, she heard her ears pop slightly and she looked around her at the street. Stepping forward, she walked over to a place where a bunch of people’s luggage was and she set her stuff down there. She knew that when she got on the bus, all her stuff would be taken care of. Standing, she stared at the large steel blue bus and she placed a hand on her hip. Smirking, she was glad that she was coming back. This was her year, well…every year was her year, but she felt that this year was going to be the best. Touching her hand to her left arm, she moved toward the bus and she stepped onto it.

    The bus instantly grew large on the inside and it vaguely resembled the inside of a train, with compartments and people that were separated by the doors.

    Mandy moved carefully down the hallway, peeking into various compartments as she went along. Sneering at people she disliked, she smirked and cast evil glances and frightened or slightly overconfident first years. Oh how she loved being evil! Finding an empty compartment, she wondered who would be willing to join her. Taking a seat by the window, she rested her chin in her palm, and she stared idly out of the window…like she had in her father’s towncar. Letting a smirk plaster itself across her face, she knew this would be the year that would change her life…


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                      †† »» The steady drum of the beat playing from her headphones could somewhat be heard by others, the song being: Good Feeling by Flo Rida. The girl drummed her fingers against her thigh and hummed to the tune while she swayed here and there to the beat. The long cord of her headphones fell off over her shoulder, blending with her long blonde hair down her back, and hooked into a large white case that looked like a boombox. In fact, that is exactly what Chiyo - or Chi as people knew her - called it, "Boombox." Also, it was long and doubled as a carrying case for a pair of swords that she owned.

                      Walking through the park close to her house, she looked down at the short, dark-grey brindle pitbull on a somewhat short black rope leash that was walking with her. The dog's name was Flip and she was a sweetheart, but Chi frowned as she thought about the circumstances on why she got the dog in the first place. Her little brother, Ando, was really sick with stomach cancer and the dog was the only ray of hope or comfort that either of them had anymore, especially since medicine and everything else wasn't helping. As if she knew that Chi was thinking about her, Flip turned to looked at Chi with tongue hanging and coated in drool, a big 'smile' on her muscular block-head.

                      She giggled at the bouncy, happy dog and couldn't help but shake her head at the obvious soothing effect the animal had in any situation. Granted the thought was saddening, but it was also good because they earned a new family member in Flip. They finished their trek through the park and exited through an arched walkway to cross a busy main street; continuing along their route they eventually entered into a quaint neighborhood that began to develop into nicer, grander houses as their walk brought them further into it. Obviously the wealth of the home owners increasing as the blocks passed, but Chi barely noticed because she chose not to.

                      Halfway up the next block she paused at a house that was surrounded by a solid, concrete wall and rested on the back of the property. Looking through the heavy black gate she wondered if anybody would be home before she pushed one section open just enough for herself and Flip to slide through. Unhitching the leash from Flip's collar, she let the dog loose within the confines of her family yard, then walked inside calling out in case anyone was there, "Hello? Mom? Dad?" When she was met with no reply she thought about how her brother was getting worse in his home care, then she wondered if he had to go back to the hospital again...she sighed at the frightening thought of losing her brother and the thought that he would not have gotten to live his life with all that potential he had. Glancing at the grandfather clock in the hall, she figured that she might as well get ready to go work out for a little, then head to work at the club later that night.


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                                                †† »» 'This is outrageous.' That was probably the only thought that could have crossed anybody's mind with the current events that were happening. First, she was told she could not help the people of her country; then, she is told that she has to be shipped off to marry one of their worst rival's sons! The thought echoed again in her mind as she stormed down the elegantly wood-carved hallway only to be interrupted by a quiet, frightened voice, "Uhm...Princess Kiwamoto?" Chiyo, or Chi as most called her, stopped abruptly and turned hastily toward the source sending daggers with her eyes as she spat out frustratedly in reply, "What?" It caught her off guard to be met with a serving girl, only in her teens, cringing at the force of her response. Sighing and attempting to shake off her own confused, distraught thoughts, she smiled reassuringly at the girl and calmed her words; she was honestly upset to have shown such an angered side to anybody, "I apologize...I've been out of sorts recently." She cleared her throat, "What did you need young one?" Chi rested a dainty hand on the girl's shoulder. The girl sort of shrank a little at Chi's touch, it made her kick herself mentally as the girl answered her in a softer voice, "I-I was sent b-by Mistress Kureen; she was asking for y-your assistance, Highness." The girl managed to stutter out and gave an awkward bow-curtsy at her. Chi gave the girl a gentle smile, lifting her face to meet her kind, thoughtful green eyes and contorted her features into a funny face causing the girl to giggle. "Thank you, I will see her right now." Chi stated as she tried to figure what the portly cook could have wanted her help with. The girl quickly hurried off when Chi waved her away, but the fear was clearly lessened as she escaped down one of the few servant's halls that were located secretly in knooks of the hallways and rooms. Continuing on in the direction she was originally walking in, which was also one way to the kitchen, she thought about Terra and her home - and how much she would miss it.

                                                It was just so beautiful with trees on all sides and the vast, crystalline lake that almost ran right to the backdoor of the castle. Several houses were made out of mud and thatched roofs, though some were formed right from the trees along the city's edge (most by her own hand); people laughed, socialized, and bartered as the atmosphere around them all seemed celebratory, even in the worst of times. The castle itself was formed years before by her great-great-something-or-other grandma out of one large tree, though years of different shapers designing or adding to the structure have molded it into a true, living work of art. Chi would miss adding her own spin on the halls, bedrooms, and social areas...the coming month would be a bunch of missed opportunities in her eyes. A sigh escaped her lips; she was a dutiful princess first before she was a human being, right? It was not long before Chiyo entered the bustling kitchen, servants prepping or cleaning every way you looked, and it was not hard to spot the round, husky woman with an authoritive voice and mousy brown hair and eyes. Walking over she wrapped the woman in as big of a hug as she could manage, Kureen was one of the few who had helped her curb her energy and focus it into her Earth Training or gardening studies, "Oh I'm going to miss you Kureen!" She exclaimed almost sadly as she released Kureen and stepped away slightly, only to be wrapped up again in a gigantic embrace and a sad-voiced woman responded, "And I you, Highness! I could not let you leave without saying goodbye; that is why I sent little Laura to you!" So the woman had not needed her help afterall, she was just trying to say goodbye to the princess she had basically help raise and befriended dearly.

                                                Chiyo knew that time was of the essence, especially because the side visit would cut into her getting ready for the upcoming trip, but she loved the brief moment with the cook as they reminisced about beloved memories they shared. Of course, Chi had to eventually say goodbye and left to return to her room. Her mother was awaiting her and Chi smiled sweetly as she saw the beautiful gown held in her lap. "Oh Chi...my beautiful Chiyo; how wonderful this will look on you!" Her mother fussed anxiously with the fabric in her hands, obviously trying to avoid the conversation they were bound to have. The topic being marriage.

                                                Chi walked over to her mother, kneeled beside her, and placed her hands gently atop her mother's restless ones. She did not want to have her mother worry that she had forced her to do this with her leaving angrily. Looking down at the soft brown lace on the sleeves, she sighed before she looked back up into her mother's caring brown eyes and said, "This is such an amazing gift, thank you mother..." Her voice trailed off as she prepared by taking a deep breath, "...Please, know that I am not angry with you for your decision. You are only doing what you believe is best for us all." Her mother cupped her cheek softly, smiling at her and staring into her face, searching for the truth in her words. Sighing, her mother wrapped her in a soft hug in thanks and said nothing as she stood to help Chiyo get ready for her journey. Chi knew that her sigh was one of relief and it made her shake her head slightly at her silence, 'Sometimes mother...I do not understand why you don't just tell me what you feel.' The thought was true, seeing that her mother was one of the few that didn't open up suddenly to her, but at times it made Chi feel like she pushed too much. The smile and look of pride she saw in her mother's eyes as she gazed on Chiyo in the dress made her forget it all. Her mother loved her, just like she loved the country -- and Chi would not ask or expect any more than her mother gave to her -- now she just had to face her situation for her country, if not for anything else.

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                                                The salty sea air was refreshing and amazingly different from the smells she encountered within Earth Country. The brilliant green dress shined beneath the sunlight and strands of her long, waist-length blonde hair tickled her face as it was in a stylish up-do. A smile was plastered on her face and her excitement upon seeing Sanctus Amor approaching could be felt like a powerful aura. It wasn't necessarily about meeting her fiancee or any of the other royalty, besides the Water Kingdom probably, but more about the new land and environment she was entering. It was like an adventure story and she was the adventurer, on an unwanted quest. The boat docked and she pranced off of it and toward a waiting carriage, followed by her luggage and the servants that had accompanied her from home, and as she got in she wondered where her brother was. Chiyo had not seen him at the castle before they left, and she was too busy settling into her cabin that she had not ran into him on deck, but she shrugged as she knew that he was more than capable of finding his way -- she wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly jumped into this carriage with her -- afterall, she wasn't his keeper or his mother. He now had a fiancee for that, the thought made her giggle a bit.

                                                After they waited several minutes, the carriage finally departed from the dock and Chiyo took in the passing sights with interest, awe, and some envy (especially at the loving couples). She barely had time to take in the look of the grandiose manor she would be staying in as the carriage pulled to the front and she was quickly ushered inside so she would be out of the servant's way to take her luggage. She smiled at the elegant entry hall, gazing at the paintings on the high ceilings, and giving mental remarks on the 'royal' design the manor obviously held. The stone around her had powerful energy that she could feel through her shoes and she wondered whether the whole manor had the same...life...throughout it, or if it was just this portion to feel welcoming. She was pulled from her thoughts as a short man arrived to greet her and lead her into the intricate red and gold dining room; each seat labeled with a name.

                                                Chiyo noticed two other people in the room already, both adorned in fire red, she could not help but frown slightly as she did not expect to have the first people she meet be from the Fire Kingdom...one of her country's biggest enemies in the war. Pushing the uneasy thoughts and disdained frown from her face and mind, she crossed the threshold of the room and thanked the short man for her escort there. She nodded her head in acknowledgement toward the pair as she walked around the table to find the place card with her name upon it. It was located on the same side as the Fire Princess and was halfway down the table; adjacent from her spot was the emblem of the Lightning Kingdom and a male's name on it. Chi ignored the name, not wanting to involve herself or even know it before she had to. Taking her spot at the table, she examined the design and artwork within the room, and kept quiet as she occasionally glanced at the door...silently hoping someone would join her, especially her brother, with the Fire Kingdom's heirs.


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                                                †† »» Her expression was blank as she stared hopelessly out of the window, trying to wrap her mind around whether or not this was a dream, and examined the village below. It was obvious as you looked down that the manor she was standing in was the focal point for the fortress, with living expense decreasing as you stretched toward the far walls. Each section (besides between middle class and poor) walled and divided by high, secure stone. Akari shook her head and sighed, turning away from the window, and she now stared down at the bracelet around her left wrist. She had attempted to remove it several times, with absolutely no luck, and in the attempt she had discovered that the bracelet - which had seemed completely round and flawless when she picked it up - was now somehow imbedded into her skin, fused with it in some way.

                                                The poncho and takuhatsugasa was stifling as she stood there so she removed them. Her hair cascaded down her back, tied in layers; the first a pair of intricate hairsticks with delicate beads hanging from it, a blue ribbon next, and finally a thick black braid that looked like it was hair, but was actually only rope. The kimono she was wearing was short, flitting playfully across her thighs and was made of white and deep blue silk. The sleeves were not attached, exposing her shoulders, and ended with delicate bells that jingled merrily. Tall, white stockings came up to her thigh and she wore black geta* on her nimble, dainty feet. The sash was the most interesting part of the entire outfit with a huge bell hanging from the end of it. . .surprisingly, when she moved it did not nearly jingle as loud as someone would have expected. Akari held her outerwear only for a minute when someone rushed over to take them from her. She raised her hand and was about to ask where the servant was taking her belongings when a flash of movement distracted her. It was a maid that had entered the room.

                                                "Excuse me, my ladies, but if you would please follow me, I will take you to Lord Karou." She stated and turned to walk out into the hallway. What choice did Akari have but to follow; it wasn't like she had anywhere else to go. Besides, she was hungry and her stomach rumbled as if to confirm her thoughts. Akari kept a cool demeanor as they filed down the hall, not paying the other girls any mind at that particular moment, and thought about what she might be walking into with this new Lord. . .Karou, right? A smirk played across her lips as she imagined a stout, balding man with a round gut; however, she then cringed at the idea because then that would have been her "husband" -- she scoffed. She would kill herself if that was the case. When they entered into the regally designed tea room, she instantly noted the seating and kept her obvious curiousity at the arrangement quiet, then she realized that someone was already in the room, "Welcome. I am Lord Yosida, Karou. Please, sit, enjoy, and introduce yourselves; it is only right that I atleast know the name of my brides."

                                                To her his statement sounded kind, yet it was smug. He had six beautiful women standing before him, from different countries no less! Akari witnessed Kiriin slip out silently into the garden and she smiled, loving that atleast her friend was still with her. It did not take long before someone shouldered her way to the front of the group. The woman was noble and an intelligent, almost snarky attitude hung on her brow. Her hair was a delicate pink and fell down her back in wild waves, she smelled of roses and lavendar. The dress she wore was simple, yet fit her and obviously was what she normally would choose over something more complcated. Her accent was thick, french, and filled with disdain for her participation in the whole ordeal; however, she sat herself in one seat closest to the Lord with hands delicately splaying her skirt. Akari grinned at her confidence and haughty atmosphere.

                                                She followed after the woman, who had introduced herself as Anje, and approached with a less forward, levelheaded attitude. Akari did not avert her eyes to the Lord, despite her position in society and his obvious rank (plus their cultural understanding), and met his gaze with mysterious, playful sea-blue eyes; "Tachi, Akari. Yoroushiku*." Her voice came out clear, strong, and confident as she folded her hands traditionally in front of her lap and bowed before him. Society's ettiquette still strong, despite her unwillingness to be there. Gliding over to the seat across from Anje, she sat on her knees, tucking her toes for support and she smiled as she settled into her spot. Akari reached for a round pot that was filled with tea, in almost an unseen motion she flipped the cup in front of her, then poured the contents of it into the cup; her hands looked graceful and unshaken as she also reached over to turn Anje's cup over. She lifted the pot in her direction, "Tea?" Her English was surprisingly clear and the kind look in her eyes tried to extend a 'friendship' of sorts; Anje being the first girl she had connected with out of all of them since they had arrived.


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                    ⋆↝ The sweat dripped off of his brow as his breaths strained in exhaustion, more exertion than exhaustion, but his body ached in satisfaction. His muscles tensed and released in rhythmic movement, his morning work out was always quite satisfying to say the least and who knew when he would be able to do it again. . .afterall, he was starting an all girl's school today. That's right, he was starting his final year of school as a girl - wig, make-up, pantyhose, and all.

                    As his morning routine concluded, which he finished with a long choreographed hip-hop series, his skin tingled from the coolness the layer of sweat provided. "Phew!" He huffed as he exited the small shed-sized building that was detached from the main house, but was close to his room, the morning air chilling him to the bone. Rushing across the silent yard he entered a sidedoor into his bedroom and flipped the light switch on, batheing the whole room in light. He glanced at his clock, it read: 6:00AM. Perfect. He had woken up and finished with just enough time to get ready, get the last of his bags into his car, then find where his dorm was at when he got to the school.

                    Laying out his clothes which was pretty basic and consisted of Buckle jeans and a semi-large black tee; that he had also got at the Buckle. He turned away from the garments, pushing back thoughts of backing out of the "Project," and entered the master-sized bathroom to shower. His parents were wealthy and he was an only child, so he pretty much had everything he could have wanted, but he never flaunted what he had - if he could help it. His shower was quick and hot as he scrubbed his skin thoroughly (almost as if he could wash his male scent away), then he turned on the fan to catch the steam from the air as he dried off and exited the room. He furiously dried his fine, blonde locks with the towel as best he could before he shook his head to chase the excess water from his scalp. His hair sprayed droplets every which way. He left it to air dry the rest of the way as he changed into his outfit and applied make-up to his girlish features; the guys and himself had worked their butts off at getting the art of make-up application down for a long time, and he had to admit that it paid off. He made a fine looking girl if he had to say so. He grabbed a tight, black hair-net and stretched it over his head to squish his hair down as best it could, where he then carefully placed an equally blonde, waist-lengthed wig onto his head. Smoothing the strands of hair with a brush, he looked at his appearance in a full-body mirror and smirked while he shook his head. 'The Princess Project. I'm definitely going to get in trouble. . .' A sigh escaped his lips.

                    Kiosho, or Kio as he would be called nowadays, double-checked the bags that he had left to pack. Carefully arranging and organizing what he knew he would need for the upcoming year. He adjusted the bra, that doubled as fake (but real-feeling) breasts, and carried the last of the bags to the doorway. He switched off everything in his room, glancing around in slight nostalgia, then shouldered his laptop bag and took a bag in each hand. The sidedoor slid closed behind him as he snuck up the side of the house and threw his bags into the trunk of his cherry-red Saleen S7; he looked in the garage and gave a breath out in relief, his parents weren't even home. He locked up the house in peace, then slid into the driver's seat to start the purring engine. Kiosho revved the engine and peeled away from his house, leaving thick black lines as a 'farewell' mark for his parents to find. He would miss them, but how else could he be as a 'rebellious' son. He chuckled because even though he was a random kid, he definitely was in no way rebellious; in fact, he was actually a good student with steady A's and B's. I guess he liked that his parents thought he was a rebel, it made him seem more badass than sweet, ya know?

                    He screeched into the parking lot of the school and picked an ideal spot close to the dorms while his stereo blared with heavy bass resonating from the interior. It's sudden cut-off of sound was eerie in the quiet morning as it echoed in the tall recesses of the building. 'Hmm. . .what dorm was I in again?' The thought was instantaneous as he exited the vehicle and retrieved all the bags he could carry from the trunk. Clicking a button on his keychain, he set the alarm and locked the car up, then spun to face the looming, brick dorm building. Kiosho fished a paper out of the side of his laptop bag and searched its face for a dorm number. Dorm Number 36. He wondered whether or not his roommate had arrived yet, then he sneered as slightly perverted thoughts entered his mind, hey. . .he was still a guy under all the girly facade! Kiosho shook his thoughts aside, realizing that it was doggish and rude, and figured that he would just have to deal with it if the girl that was going to be his roomie was there.

                    He searched the halls of the building for his room and found it with general ease, seeing as the doors had numbers fastened to the front of them. Kiosho paused with his hand on the doorknob and swallowed hard as he turned it, readjusted his bags, and entered the room to face his pink-haired roommate as she opened her eyes abruptly and he wasn't sure if she was even looking at him. Clearing his throat and changing his voice to the girl-tone he had settled with for his 'alter-ego' he smiled sweetly at her, staring deeply into her round, amber eyes with his own sharp, deep blue ones. "Hi. I'm Kio! I'm going to be your roommate this year." He introduced himself easily enough as he set his belongings on the right side of the room; she had already claimed the left half, and he sat on the edge of his own bed facing her. Awaiting her response and hoping beyond all hope that she didn't see through his disguise.

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                                                  Ariawn watched as the guy returned her smile, bowing his head, "Ariawn. A pleasure to meet you." He was silent for a moment and Ariawn realized that he had not introduced himself. So, she took the opportunity to glance around the shop and idly ask, "I don't believe I've seen you in before; however, the pleasure would be all mine if I knew your name, friend." She gave a small chuckle before she noticed outside the front window that people were rushing past. Of course, Ariawn shrugged the action off seeing as people in the Fire Nation tended to have a passionate, or should I say aggressive, disposition about them; oftentimes leading to fights, especially amongst the people in the slums.

                                                  "I'd come in here once before and noticed you had some tea leaves for sale," So that was how he had come in, but she must not have been here that day. Sometimes Mama Ming let her take a day off, considering she always worked so hard. The young man continued, giving a small nod toward the tea section, "I can make a dozen work." Ariawn gave a nod and gestured for him to stay by the counter. Unfortunately, this caused her to miss the look of boyish glee that crossed his face when he looked toward the peach and she meerly heard his somewhat strained nonchalant tone, "And I noticed that you'd had a peach over there. I might pick that up." It hadn't taken her very long to collect his tea leaves and she was already grabbing the moon peach as he made his prior statement. Looking at the collection in her hands, she glanced at the bananas, but shook her head as she mentally weighed whether or not he could afford one as well; deciding the 'not' latter was a safer bet.

                                                  Returning to the counter she smiled as he rocked back and forth, arms folded then dropping as he shook his head, "Actually, I don't think I can get the banana right now." Well, atleast her mental bet was a good one! Ariawn walked to the cashier side of the counter and proceeded to package his purchase. "These leaves sure do make delightful tea." It was an idle, absentminded comment really and she hadn't exactly meant to say it aloud, but was sort of glad that she did as she met his eyes and gave another warm smile. "And don't worry. . .I think your parents would be proud their son has such manners." Maybe this was too bold and it caused a pink hue to reach her cheeks before she began to try and look semi-busy behind the counter.

                                                  The person, actually girl, that was rushing toward the shop window was unmistakeable. So was the orange and red fireball that pursued her. Ariawn felt rude, but shock, horror, and curiousity propelled her around the counter toward the shop's window. She didn't even have enough time to get halfway across the store when she witnessed the ball hit the girl's lower back. Ariawn recognized her from the tea shop, but had no idea what her name was. 'Oh God. . .' The thought was almost an instantaneous reaction, but she felt her stomach churn in disgust as she saw the burly man pick the young woman up by her throat. "Lil' b***h. Are you a water bender? We could get a fair price for you from the slave traders." His statement came out as a snarl and by the way the girl gasped, his grip was tightening more and more. Ariawn could see the burn on her back, it was blistered and red, and she shuddered in outrage. This man had no right to pick on her like that! Waterbender or not, this just wasn't right. "Oh my god! He's going to kill her!" She cried out as it seemed futile for the girl to struggle. That is, until she happened to kick him in the face then shove an icicle into his neck.

                                                  Wait a minute. 'An icicle? So she is a waterbender?' But, contemplating the thought was short-lived as she saw a second man (that she did not notice before) step forward with a fist of flames and a look to kill. Now she really couldn't stand by, not if he was going to kill her and no one was going to do anything, but then she thought about relocating and it made her pause. Then she remembered her mother screaming at her father to run, a look of fear as well as a fighter in her light brown eyes. Now she had to do something. A piercing cry of pain pulled her from her temporary thoughts and she rushed out of the shop, heart racing and momentarily forgetting the young man with her, and she saw the girl had stumbled and fallen against a wooden barrel holding a display of various flowers within it.

                                                  "S-someone please. . .Save me!" Her voice was a little weak, but pleading, as she lay there unable to move. Ariawn looked around quickly, watching the guy's movement from the corner of her eyes, and. . .there! She saw a nice, jagged medium-sized rock that was between herself and the two people before her. She saw the man lunge forward in attack and all she could do was react on instinct. Ariawn felt power surge through her veins and her body warmed as she let her stance spread and her bare feet feeling the earth. Thrusting her arm forward, like she was punching the guy, she sent the jagged rock and several small ones around it hurtling toward him. The small ones breached his eyes, causing him to drop his flame fist and cry out in surprise, then the jagged rock knocked him on the side of the head. It gave him a cut just above his right eye and he glared at her, anger and frustration of being interrupted clearly written on his features. "This is a place of business! If you want me to keep quiet about you disturbing the peace and harassing this girl, then I suggest you get off Mama Ming's property!" Ariawn took note of a few rocks bigger than the ones she had launched at the guy, but she leaned over to pick up a set of broken wood handles (originally from gardening tools that broke from wear and age) to make it seem like she had just thrown the rocks instead of earthbending them. She could fight with the wood handles if she had to, but preferred not to, considering she did not want to show too much talent blatantly in the open. Blood was beginning to trickle down into the guy's eye from the cut and a look of indecision crossed his face for a moment.

                                                  "You're lucky I can't see that well anymore. . .but, trust me b***h. . .this isn't over." It was unclear if he was directing that statement at her or the girl from the tea shop, but Ariawn felt her nerves calm as the guy grudgingly, and unwilling, hunkered off with his shirt corner wiping excess blood from his face. She rushed over to the girl and could only think that life was about to get really uneasy for her, and the shop, from this encounter. "Are you alright?!" She offered her arm to help the girl up, a kind smile plastered on her face, despite her scattered thoughts, "Come inside, I can make something for that burn."


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    L o c a t i o n: Slums of the Fire Nation [Mama Ming's].
    C o m p a n y: Stranger [ Jiang ] (in store) and Girl from Tea Shop [ Yue ]
    M o o d: Giddy, Embarrassment, Shock/Fear/Curiousity, and Bravery.
    R a n d o m (?): Mmm. . .cupcakes. . .

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                                                                        The sun was just peeking into the window as a figure stirred with a sigh. She stretched her arms above her head and gave a huge yawn. Life recently could not have been anymore crazy, in fact, just about a week prior she had been met by a very unexpected visitor. "Kylla, your mother comes to wake you." The dragon's silky voice penetrating her thoughts was almost too much so early. "Samael! Your voice is so loud in the morning. . .but, thank you." Kylla replied through their mental connection. Sometimes the green and black dragon did not know any tact, but she had to admit that having the bond with him was truly exciting. You see, dragons have always come into the area and bonded with humans, but it was common for them to bond with either royalty or nobility - Kylla was meerly a peasant from Amalus. She did not know why Samael had chosen her and she did not want to ask, it seemed easier that way.

                                                                        An expected knock came on the door and immediately after she heard her mother, Raileen's soft voice call out, "Kylla? Are you awake?" Knowing that she had to start her day, Kylla swung her legs off of the bed and placed her bare feet on the cold wooden floor of their shanty cottage. "Yes mother. I'll be out in a few minutes." She called in response and soon she heard her mother's footsteps growing farther and farther down the small hallway. Needless to say, her whole family was still adjusting to the new arrival of Samael, but they were all very proud of her. Kylla's eldest brother, Leion, sometimes would even mention the chance for her to join the King's Riders. . .of course, she did not believe that just because a dragon chose her to bond with meant that she'd automatically be up for Rider training, could it? Kylla dreamily thought about the opportunity for a moment, then figured she might as well get started on her chores before she went and spent the rest of her day talking and flying with Sam. Unfortunately, she was still a bit afraid of the height off the ground with no harness to keep hold of him. His scales worked alright, but she still felt like she was not in enough control; not of him, but more of her own nerves.

                                                                        Kylla rose slowly from the bed, scratching her head as she sauntered over to a low, very old-looking dresser that held her clothing. Unsure what she wanted to wear, she simply grabbed the first dress off the top of the stack. It was a simple cotton cream-colored underdress with a light black woolen overdress. The sleeves were puffy and oftentimes she rolled them up so they wouldn't get too dirty. Kylla slipped on a well-worn pair of black boots and ran a wooden comb through her hair before exiting into the hall.

                                                                        Her mother turned to greet her with a kind smile, even in her light green eyes, as she beckoned her to the table and set a hot meal in front of her. Crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and even a biscuit! Today her mother truly was feeling happy. Kylla smiled, "In a particularly good mood mother?" She inquired as she took in the breakfast, proceeded to thank her, and dig into the meal. No one else was at the table that morning and she figured her four brothers must have made an early start. Kylla was the youngest. "Not particularly." Her mother replied with a tiny wink. You see, Kylla's father was killed by a dragon. . .so meeting Samael was difficult for Raileen, however, she was growing to love him day by day. Kylla chuckled at her mother's evasive reply, but said nothing more as she finished the meal. God her mother sure knew how to cook!

                                                                        Morning chores were nothing new for Kylla and by having the conversations in her head with Sam, the day and the work went by with ease and seeming rapidness. As she sat with Samael in a large meadow not far from home, she thought about the village's reaction to him. He had definitely frightened them at first, considering nobody ever knows if one is there to attack or to bond, but once he had shown he was of no threat. . .people were honestly curious. As said, everyone knew bonding had been exclusive to royals or nobility - well - until now. "If I asked why you picked me, would you tell me?" She asked Sam as she looked up into his deep crimson eyes. He let a feeling of ease wash over her, like he was attempting to calm her thoughts, "You have the potential for greatness Kylla and I consider you a friend. You felt the connection of our bond instantly, did you not?" True. She had almost felt his power before she saw him and she also considered him a friend in the short amount of time she had known him. It was eerie in a sense.

                                                                        Kylla pushed her long darkbrown hair back behind her ear and lifted her face to the bright, sunny sky. It was a clear day and would be perfect for a ride, but for some reason she did not feel like moving from her spot in the meadow. The one unique thing about Kylla was her tattoos. She had warrior tribals adorning her face, chest, and shoulders. In her previous village she had done training as a hunter, but recieved the tattoos as an award of sorts. Of course, she couldn't stay there after what happened and all she had left to remember her father by was a long silver chain with an intricate cross on the end of it. Now, she clutched it as she began to miss her father. They had been so close. "Someone's coming. . ." A growl escaped Samael's lips as his voice penetrated her sadden mind and he flicked his tail in irritation. Kylla rose to her feet and followed his eyes to the sky. She squinted and could only barely make out a large shadow in the distance.

                                                                        'What is that?'


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    L o c a t i o n: A meadow close to home.
    C o m p a n y: Samael.
    M o o d: Sad/content, confused, and uneasy.
    R a n d o m (?): Festival Fun!

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                                                                        Er'Dirr's excitement seemed to radiate off of her as she nodded at Samael, "Very good! Let's get going." A dragon's grin crossed Sam's snout and he gave a chuckle as she skipped out of her stall, with its unappealing hay bed, and began to cross the Hold toward the mouth they'd take flight from. Their happy and peaceful exit, however, had to be interrupted by a massive red dragon stepping in Er'Dirr's path. "Dirge. . ." She uttered as her head frills expanded in defense. Samael kept his eyes on the gold-eyed dragon as he snaked beside Er'Dirr, ready to come to her aid should she need it.

                                                                        "Ahhh, Er'Dirr, my dear. What a pleasant surprise this is." His eyes fell on Sam and Dirge's chest proceeded to puff and enlarge in an attempt to look bigger. Samael was unimpressed and furthurmore somewhat displeased; but, he did not reiterate any type of challenge or dominance in return. "And what's this? You've made a friend? I didn't think such a thing was possible." A deep rumble signaled a chuckle as he nodded at Samael, which he also did not return. It could have been seen as a sign of disrespect, or even indifference, but however the crimson dragon saw it definitely wasn't much concern to Sam and he would show it. Er'Dirr's displeasure with the male was clear and he was truly beginning to see why. "Just because a dragon wants nothing to do with you does not mean they are completely uninterested in befriending another dragon." Samael chided with his own belittling nod of the head. Now Samael settled his claws into the platform and filled his own chest to lift his slender head proudly, now looking down as his head bobbed above Dirge's when the red dragon approached him. Fortunately, Samael's chest (now completely puffed) surpassed Dirge's and the dragon gave a menacing hiss at him. "Don't underestimate me newcomer. Er'Dirr, you're friend will cause you trouble." Dirge defensively gave a snap at Sam before he swiveled his head to blow a ring of smoke at Er'Dirr and stamp his foot as if he had dropped a gavel. He slithered away with a whip of his tail toward Samael. Samael gave an exaggerated shake of the head, showing his disbelief on the ignorance Dirge had to Er'Dirr, before he gave his own heavy huff to shake off the testosterone that had begun to build in his system. "Looks like I'm already getting admirers. What's his deal?" He growled as he pushed away from the mouth of the Hold, leaving deep claw marks in the platform that would definitely be difficult to fix later on. To be honest he could have cared less at that point, but as they flew it calmed him immensely. Not to mention the air had cooled from the setting of the sun and washed over him like a gentle wave further settling his built-up nerves.

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                                                                        Kylla's courage to meet Tylian's eyes had temporarily escaped her. It wasn't the fact that he was attractive, but moreso that she was somewhat embarrassed to have asked her question so forwardly and was afraid to see any judgement that may have arisen, though she was sure there was none, within his intense amber gaze. She did glance at him though and was met with a look of contemplation. She hoped he would not sugarcoat his response. "I will be truthful to you. A rider of. . .your status is highly uncommon sight to see. When some see you, they might think of you as dangerous. A sort of rebel, one might even say." A rebel? It was somewhat of a preposterous thought, especially when she was almost a hero back at home. She had to quickly adjust a scoff to seem like a small cough just as Tylian waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, "That's, of course, speculation. Many people would be jealous of the position you're in. Regardless of your family's status, you will be treated with the same respect and dignity that we are treated with." She was unsure whether he had meant the Riders or the nobility, but then she realized they were basically one in the same and gave a small sigh. This was definitely going to be more of an adventure than she expected.

                                                                        Okay, so The Academy was a bit more elaborate than she had read in her book, but then again she had an old copy and she was sure that changes had to have been made since then, right? The gate loomed over them both and was covered in intricate decoration and design that she could do nothing but gape, resembling a fish in a sense, at the beautiful artwork. The wings held her attention the longest as she tried to place the style with a dragon species, yet her knowledge was not as in-depth as Tylian's per se, so she was unable to make a match. Maybe she'd ask Samael or Er'Dirr if they knew what dragon those wings belonged to, if any. A thorough examination would have to wait until later when Tylian pulled Kylla from her observations with a nudge, "Well?" All she could utter was, "It's breathtaking." She mainly meant the art as far as the wings, but overall her statement would more than likely be the correct one for her first rompe through The Academy.

                                                                        The two passed through the gate and slowly started their 'tour' of The Academy within the inner courtyard, where the main building (which held classes, meeting rooms, and housing for students) was situated in the center of the courtyard. On either side were arenas, one holding sets of training dummys and a small area for students to sparr and the other was a massive arena, likely for training ground fighting between dragons and their riders. Several students were at work with various weapons, honeing individual skills, and before Kylla and Tylian had a chance to even cross the threshold into The Academy itself a voice was heard calling out. "Tylian! Tylian! You're back!" The girl was beautiful with long white-blonde hair pulled into a tight, neat bun with a jewel-encrusted headband to accent. Her short blue, black, and white dress almost made it look like the skirt was delicate bird's wings. She bounced over to Tylian and gave him a quick, snug embrace before smiling at him with bright blue eyes. Of course, her smile fell short as her eyes finally rested on Kylla. "This is her? God, how far did you have to get her from?" The girl's questions were shocking and made Kylla frown as she stared at this stranger in annoyance, who the hell did she think she was?! As if she read her mind, the girl extended a dainty hand toward Kylla, "Aurora Melunna Pennell, pleased." She let the hilt of a heavy-looking spear rest on the ground with a clink and Kylla only barely took her hand when she pulled it away and turned her attention back to Tylian instantly, "So, how was the trip?" Kylla was baffled by the audacity of this Aurora Pennell.


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    S T A T U S

    L o c a t i o n: Markham
    C o m p a n y: Tylian and Aurora.
    M o o d: Quiet, Captivated, and Shocked.
    R a n d o m (?): Aurora Pennell

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