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The Artist
----Company: Kata, Vincent

Amaguq, more commonly know as Professor Aningan to his students and as Tika to his peers, trotted along, enjoying the weekend as an art professor should. He had taken the form of wolf, his favorite form out of all of them. He was a white wolf, and a large on at that. The selective breeding of his tribe had produced the ultimate defender, but as he was born after the time his Inuit tribe needed protectors, his “skill” was less than needed.

Tika had been here for quite a while now, just how long he could not remember, one of the side effects of being in his favorite form. He was working out the kinks such as the memory loss and odd behavior whilst human and he was improving. Unfortunately, because he had used this form before attending at blackthorn, much of his past is still a mystery to him. He rarely worried about that though.

Tika was doing his usual Saturday routine, patrolling the perimeter of the academy, inside, and then out. As he leisured along, he took in the warmth of the sunlight that made his snow white fur glisten. He stopped for a moment, lifting his maw to the sky, and gave a great sniff. The air was filled with the delicious smell of roasting meat. He had already eaten, but he still savored the smell. Smells like home. Tika’s mouth twisted into a wolf’s smile and he picked up the pace, continuing on his self inflicted duty.

There were many new faces about. Hopefully some would be interested in the arts and take his class. As he sauntered along, he came across two new females, one with unnaturally bright hair and one with short brown hair with a hint of red in it. They were chatting, one holding a red apple. She was addressing the one with the bright red hair, who Tika had mentally named Strawberry. He continued on his way and soon came across another group of pups being led by a student Tika recognized as Mark. He was leading the pups around the campus, giving them a grand tour. Tika nodded in a proud admiration and in greeting as he passed them.

Soon, Tika found himself at the doors to the Lunare feasting hall. It was bustling with conversation and laughter, one person’s laughter in particular. It was a familiar high pitched laugh one could hear anywhere this person was found, for she was always laughing. Ah, Rosa. She had only been at the academy of a month but she had made an impression on Tika. Movement caught his attention and he flicked his amber eyes to a blond haired pup making her way to Rosa with cold determination. Tika tilted his head in interest and confusion. What’s this now? One of his art students was leaving the hall and greeted him, “Good day Professor Ani’,” and passed him by. Tika turned his fury head and took hold of the student’s shirt, careful not to bite his skin. When he had the man’s attention, he nodded pointedly at the blond. The student looked and shrugged, “I dunno teach, must have somethin’ against laughter or something.” He bade Tika farewell and left. Tika sat himself down just inside the door and off to the side to watch this new development in his day unfold.

Sasha moved across the dinning hall and away from Kata and the others. As she did so she heard more laughter from the table she was moving to, but then the girl turned around and looked at her. Sasha stopped before the table with her arms crossed while looking at them all. She was going to go over there and have a word with them about the annoying amount of noise they were producing, but that little thought crept into her mind again. It wasn't there at first, but Sasha's eyes closed as she tried to come up with the words. The thought told her to be nice...something she didn't do to new people. It aggravated her and broke her concentration and the cold look she had, and to make matters worse the short girl she had come to scold turned around and addressed her first. With a sigh Sasha shook her head and smiled a bit as she spoke up. She was going to be nice...maybe it would pay off. After all there was a first time for everything.

"I was just wondering if you all could try to keep it down a little. My frien....a few of the newer student's and myself were talking and could hardly hear over you and your group. I figured it would be best to let you know that we feel it is sort of rude, well I feel that way. Sorry to bother you though."

Sasha's instincts were yelling at her for being soft and also for almost calling the other group her friends. She had no friends, she hardly knew the other group and she had no idea if they considered her a friend. One thing was for sure though. That Fraya girl disliked Sasha and Sasha as usual didn't care about it. Sasha stood there waiting for a response as she brushed her hair out of her eyes with her left hand. Her thunder had died down at this point, and she was fighting not to walk away from the table right away. She felt vulnerable in a way, she hadn't attacked first so her first reaction was to prepare herself to be yelled or laughed at.

Sasha would realize that it was a good thing she tried to be nice. The girl and her friends didn't realize how loud they were. They must have just been having a good time. Sasha exhaled as she relaxed a little bit from not having to worry about the girl responding how she had expected her to do so. The kind words to come next caught Sasha off guards and made her shake her head and blink a few time. Before she could answer the short girl had already left. Sasha stomped her foot and mumbled out loud to herself.

"The heck was that about...pretty...didn't even gime me her name. I'm no good at this kind thing!"

Sasha yelled at herself with only a few people close by that could hear it. She would turn and ignore the urge to follow the girl. Instead Sasha would return across the room spotting the teacher and giving a bow of her head to the teacher as she made it back to the table her stuff was at. She looked at Fraya and caught the sense of distaste in her eyes. Sasha sighed and spoke up to Kata first.

"Kata, I will see you around. I feel I have already overstayed my welcome." She would look at Vincent and smile at him before picking her stuff up and waving to Kata and Vincent. As Sasha got up and left she passed Fraya and said out lout to the girl.

"Don't judge me until you know me..."

With that she was gone and on her way outside. She would exit the place and find herself going to be alone for a while so she could sit down and think. She needed to clear her head since she had actually smiled back there and it had made her feel weird to be polite and kind. She went to a nearby tree and sat down with her book. Sasha would begin to flip the pages absentmindedly as she was caught up in her own thoughts.

Tika watched as the blond student whose name escaped him spoke with the smiling Rosa. Her cold blue eyes were had the same intensity, but the girl seemed to loosen up a bit. He nodded when Rosa looked his way and gave his wolfish smile when the matter seemed to be resolved. He stood, shook out his fur and exited, slightly disappointed at the dull events but relived at the same time that nothing got out of hand.

Tika resumed his patrol and noticed yet another new pup. She had her hands in her pockets and seemed at ease. So many new faces, I wonder how many will take my class. He watched this dark haired woman for a time, and then turned toward the main gate to start his outside patrol, his favorite part.

The forest was cold in the shade of the trees, but when the sun peeked through and settled itself on his fur, the warmth radiated through the strands and into his body. The smell of the kitchens still lingered, but was overshadowed by the smell of the moist moss on the trees and rocks. The wind, when it blew, had a chilling bite to it, saying that winter would soon be here, but not quite yet. Tika desperately wanted to visit the lake, but there were new students about, and therefore a need to prepare for Monday. Besides, whatever student with the love for art just might want to spend some of their free time in his classroom. It was a nice place to relax and let inspiration set in and any materials an artist might need was always close by. In fact, he felt an urge to work on a new project himself. Tika finished up his patrol and headed to his rooms to change.

Abel was lost in her own world. She had still been walking to the studio, hearing voices far away. She had her eyes closed still, not minding the lack of sense... Her mind was thinking of running through the forest and being free... But to control her werewolf side was hard... She Though as the pungent smell of cigarette smoke hit her nostrils, her nose crinkled. She stopped for a split second before continuing. Awful... Fowl... Yet for some reason she kept wanting to follow it to find the man or women in the right mind to smoke on school grounds... She kept her head on the Studio, trying not to loose focus. She closed her eyes again and kept walking silently.

A chill ran up her spine as she felt the horrible feeling that someone was watching her... And before she knew it, her hand reaching out for the Studio's door, a women had opened the door faster. Her yellow eyes flashed open and grew wide. She stared as she walked in, the women following and flicking her cigarette bid away... Abel blushed lightly, seeing her grin. She looked down, holding her arm... Abel stayed silent. "U-um... Yeah... I-I'm new...", her lips let out. Abel's voice was small and shy like. She looked at the girl. Abel blushed a little more and quickly looked away, her yellow eyes averting the women's beautiful greenish ones...

Abel held onto her brow bag, that had feathers attached to it, also as the energetic girl claimed that she should take am art class. "Y-yeah... I like to u-um make art and play music...", she whispered and kept walking. She glanced at the girl trying to keep up and slowed her pace so she could. "... I came to g-get a class in music and art...", Abel mentioned to answer one of the girl's many questions. She noticed the art pieces, amazed by the talent. She blinked and glanced to the... She noticed her small state of awe. Why was she staring at her like that? In her eyes, so intensely... She sighed softly and kept walking silently.

Abel kept looking to the art, her eyes studying them carefully. Her cat slit pupils narrowed lightly as she looked over a few paintings and framed drawings. Amazing... Pure art. She would never be that good... Abel kept walking, hearing the girl say her name... Rosa... She liked that name. Abel smiled. "Abel Chou.", she whispered in return. She stopped at a sculpture of a man. He was staring up at the spot light that rained down on him, his eye piercing and fierce of a Lycan... She blinked slowly and looked to Rosa.

"Tell me, Rosa...", she whispered in her shy voice. "... How long have you been at this school?..."