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Tika chuckled to himself as he watched the tiny Rosa skip off to the storage closet. Such a creative soul. He turned his attention to the pup in front of him who was now stammering over herself. Tika nodded at the appropriate moments and smiled sweetly at this shy pup. When he was sure she was quite finished with her introduction, Tika bowed deeply, "It would be an honor and a privilege to give my knowledge to yet another eager soul." He let his bangs, which were too short to be pulled into his braid, fall into his face to hide his Impish smile. "It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Able Chow. I am Amaguq Tikaani Aningan, but as you know, you may call me Professor Aningan, or Professor Ani." He turned and beckoned his possible new student to follow. He strode proudly and briskly down the large sunlight hall till they came to the art room door. He unlocked the door and held it open for the young Miss Chow.

He entered after her, leaving the door wide open, to allow other students in if they wished to do so. He then gave Able the grand tour of the class room. He pointed to many objects. Models, where they kept the paints and brushes, pottery wheels and the large workbench for the woodcarving. "My favorite place of all to work on my various art projects." he began walking to a large glass door leading to a large patio balcony. "Is out here where mother nature can work her magic. And even on occasion if I get permission from the headmaster, and the class can show me it can behave its self, we will go off campus to the varying landscapes we are surrounded by to give in inspiration artists young and old." He stood on the balcony and braced himself against the railing, letting the nice breeze of sweet smelling wind sooth his excited spirits. He then turned to able with a smile. "So, what do ya think?"

Cristian followed Mark and Asp out the door and heard his belly gurgle contently. "That was delicious" he said, more to himself than anyone else. He followed them around campus on Mark's grand tour, and paid attention to every word, making a mental map of the grounds. He looked in wonder at the menagerie of buildings, and really just started to grasp the size of the campus it was about the size of his entire home town! He looked at the massive gate, its iron glinting in the evening sunlight. He looked beyond it to the sprawling lands around the school, and realized that this was one of the most beautiful places he'd seen in his life. He listened as Mark concluded his tour, and his warning about Bull elk, then if they would like to see. Cristian stopped for a moment, thinking. "Classes." he said, the question had been nagging at him for some time "What classes are there? and who teaches what?"

The smile lightened on Tika's face at the eagerness of this young student. He chuckled softly when Able expressed her want to go out into the wilderness "Thank you," he said "I quite enjoy this classroom also. As for going off campus, I'm afraid, may not happen as soon as you want, being that your a new student. However I will try my best to schedule a class trip, cause I'm quite sure there will be many eager pups much like yourself who wish to see the grounds." He walked back inside and went to his desk, which was made up of piles of unorganized paper and paintbrushes, woodcarvings and paintbrushes. He stopped and stared down at the unorganized mess, putting a hand to his head and shaking it in disbelief. "How do I let this stuff pile up like this?" he mumbled, but he knew the answer. He gets so enthralled with his art that he puts off organizing his belongings until its unavoidable, He was, otherwise, a neat person. He sighed and began organizing his desk, placing paint brushes in their designated spots and organizing papers into just three stacks, important documents, blank paper, and paper with doodles on them. He continued his organization, getting ready for his class on Monday, letting his cub wander the room as she pleases, watching her occasionally out of the side of her eye.

After spending a good ten minutes searching, Rosa finally found Abel and Professor Ani in his classroom. She felt stupid for expecting Professor Ani to stay in one place for too long. Even in class, he had a hard time staying still; he always seemed to want to be outside, sending constant sideways glances out the window. "There you are!" Rosa laughed out loud as she walked into the classroom: Professor Ani was trying to organize the jungle that was his desk area. She understood letting things pile up when being distracted by a project, but she never let things get that out of hand herself.

Abel was looking around the room at the random pieces of art on display. She walked up to the her and looked at the piece she was looking at. Of course, she'd seen it already and stared at it before at least a dozen times, but it felt as if she was looking at it anew next to someone who'd never seen it before. "So, you ready for that tour?" Rosa whispered with a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

{ The Troublemaker }
{Subject of my masterpiece; Loki Kent. }

Evelyn noticed Loki lowering her eyes and the look that Kent shot back at her. A small frown came to Evelyn’s face as her eyes went back to Loki, she wondered on what was plaguing her thoughts and emotions but knew when Loki wanted to talk about it she would. Evelyn had already shown that she was there for the girl even though she had not even known her for two hours. The girl replaced her frown with a smile and glanced back at Kent, “Yes, we are indeed new, came last night.” She peered back at Loki as she bombarded her back with questions and Evelyn laughed, she was about to answer but Kent had spoken up first.

She listened and remembered Kent’s answers before easily laying out her answers, she did not even have to think, “Navy Blue, anything sweet but I do have to say, probably pecan pie. I absolutely love horses; there was a stable not too far from where I lived back in England. And fall, you can’t beat the weather and the look.” She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment before re-opening them. The morning of when she woke up from that night instantly hit her first as she started to reminiscence and Evelyn shook her head, They deserved it.

Evelyn flicked a piece of hair back before humming again, trying to think of another round of questions that could have kept a conversation between the three. She was tempted to ask how they all figured out they were werewolves and what they woke up to, but that was a deeply personal question and she did not know them well enough to ask such a thing. Was she the only one that really did not care?

“What are your guy’s goals for when we graduate from this place? What knowledge or item do you guys want to have when you leave?” She figured that was an interesting one and not too personal. They could continue on the fun and easy round of twenty questions later.

(I normally don't like posting twice in a row but I don't want to make anyone wait on me.)

Tika spied Rosa walk in and replied to her "There you are" with "Here I am!" He half listened to the girls conversation while trying to figure out what happened to his art pens. When Abel came up to his desk he looked at her questioningly. "Rosa is always up to something," He smiled at mischievous cub. He turned his attention back to Abel and was silent for a while after she had offered to help clean his room. The help would be nice, he did not want to seem pathetic. He sighed, This room is pathetic. "If you are offering, I will accept any help you wish to give." He smiled, showing his white teeth. "Thank you, Abel. Now I know how much you would like to stay in here, but sometime before Monday, I suggest you take that trouble maker's offer for a tour." He nodded toward Rosa. "It is quite easy to get lost when you don't know where you are."

(Sorry these are so short... descriptive block)

The Artist
----Company: Kata, Vincent

Roranna Nautil

Mind slipping your wallet over this way?

The female sighed, sitting up from her spot in the corner of her room. Running a hand through her choppy brown hair, she looked around. She had the curtains pulled at the window, and none of her lanterns were lit. She preffered it this way. The dark. The quiet. And the floor. It made more sense to her. She was so unfamiliar with the prospect of beds... She was used to old cobble stone alleys, so the stone and tile flooring of the school was quite comfortable. Thus, since she came to the school two years ago, she made sure to dispose of the bed, giving it to some other room. She threw off the small, threadbare sheet she used as a blanket, standing and kicking it into the corner. She stood, dusting off her linen shorts, and straightening her shirt. She trodded lightly over to her bag. She had thrown it into another corner when she arrived at the school all that time ago, and never unpacked it. She remained ready for anything. Ready to up and leave when time called.

As she kneeled and rifled through the bag, she came across an old, slamm object, wrapped in a bit of newspaper from during the second World War. The bit of sub-title that she could read was something about the Nazi's conquests, and she shook her head, pulling the paper loose with ginger fingers. She was from Germany, but only because that's the general area she stayed in during her travels. She didn't know where she was born, where her family was from, she didn't even know what nationality she was. Even so, she was fluent in both English and German. It was useful when charming her way into someone's trust to be able to pilfer a wallet or coin purse. The newspaper was symbollic, as her only fancy had joined the Nazis, and inside the wrapping of such a reminder, was an old, beat up and bent ring of dull silver. She shook her head, wrapped the item up carefully, tucking it into the bottom of the bag, and pulled out her clothes.

When she was dressed in her cut-off jean shorts and ripped t-shirt, she shoved her feet into her boot, tugging on the laces, but not tying them. Turning, she opened her door, locking it behind her, and began running. She was amazingly fast, yet stealthy, a characteristic needed for her former line of work. By the time she stopped, she had made it out of the proffesor's dormitory and into the shadows of the forum. She squatted there, her dark brown eyes shiftily scanning the scene.