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 Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 2:04 pm
Fraya tried to calm herself, still staring in awe at the enormous building that stood before her. Huh. Some school. No. -What a- school... Now, where do I... Oh. She now turned her head to notice a woman behind her car on her left flank, and a male to her right. She couldn't really hear them, but she knew she should get out. I don't know... Intuition? She turned, grabbing the messenger bag from beside her in the passenger seat. Taking a deep breath, she flipped one of her orange braids over her shoulder and opened the car door. Throwing the bag over her shoulder, she stood in the open door and leaned on the roof of the car, looking towards the boy. Pausing, she wondered whether she should speak or not. I -am- new... And these people don't know me... Would it be toeing a line to speak before spoken to? Her submissiveness forced her to drop her gaze to the blonde's shoes. A breeze caught up, and she noticed the sweat and anger's scent on the air. Oh, my.... This is kind of what my aparment smelled like... but without the blood... Shaking her head, she attempted to excape the thought. I'm here, now. No more family. We're good...
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 10:01 pm
яιcнαяd >> Professor of the Shape-shifting 101 <<>>> Partner in Crime; Evelyn <<<____________________ ╰☆╮ ____________________ { Sorry if it's a bit confusing. Evelyn was in the forest and Rich found her. I'm a bit lost with your guy's posts, but I hope mine can just jump in. }“Oh… you’re in trouble now, lassie.” He purred, his voice holding pure enjoyment at his catch. He had the red headed girl by the back of her shirt, fingers wrapped around her collar as he pushed her forward towards the campus.
“I won’t be the only one in trouble! Aren’t you a teach? You’re days late!” The red head yelled back at him, turning her head to glare at him with daggers. Oh… if only looks could kill. The professor however, just chuckled, which seemed to anger the girl a bit more.
“Yup, I am a teach. And because I’m a teach, I can keep you naughty teens waiting however, keeping the teach waiting is a whole different story. You’re late for my class… you won’t be taught.”
“Not like I would pay attention anyways.”
“Oh, of course not, of course not. However, not listening in my class would prove to be fatal… Seeing I will be teaching on how to control your little wolf forms. Eh?”
The red head’s eyes widened, looking back at the man as she slightly stumbled on a root. “You’re the Richard guy?”
“That’s Doctor Sievara to you, missy.”
“Yeah whatever,” Oh, s**t! Already started off wrong with the most important teacher! “Why are you late anyways, Doc?”
He chuckled; amused that she would actually give him the doctor title. He was no doctor, but it was fun to have this girl humor him. He already knew she would be a handful, but with a few bites, and fights and lessons, she would be as tame as a lamb. Or would she? He didn’t know, but he was never afraid to be rough with his students, they wouldn’t play fair in their forms either. Like I always say…. When in Rome, do as the Romans. The man was much taller than the female, standing at a grand six feet. His hair was a beach blonde and with his natural tan, it threw in the whole look. He was lean, but had his muscles. Like always, he had a tux on, and that great grin was on his lips, showing white, perfect teeth. While his right hand led the girl, his left was calmly sitting in his pocket, “You are quite nosy… remember curiosity killed the dog.” He laughed, “But what was I up too? That is for me to know and for you… to never find out! It’s great, ain’t it?”
“Its cat, jackass!” She yelled, and then scowled, “No, it’s not.” This is the first teacher that would sit there and actually play back. And he would avoid her questions, reply back with sarcastic replies. Who was he exactly? What was he?
“See, no. You’re not a cat, or you wouldn’t be here, I had to switch it around to be more appropriate. Plus, it fits together a bit more. Cats are nasty little things; they all need to be killed.” He then sniffed, acting like it was something personal and it even closed down the conversation. The girl quieted and concentrated on not tripping, her guide was being awfully fast.
The girl was about five feet and a half, with fiery red hair and big black eyes. She was lanky, with little curves and no eye candy attributes. She was simple, but her face and eyes showed anything but simple. She had courage and loyalty of a dog, but laziness of a cat with some bite like a croc. She was ready for anything and everything and even had some small and barely visible scars showing she had been in a fight or two. She wore a black sweater with a simple skirt and black boots. She wore gloves, black as well and with that, she completed her look. She opened her mouth to talk, but she was interrupted quickly.
“Shut the hell up, you talk too much.”
The girl’s eyes widened. He had to be God. Before she could get her snide remark out, the gates of the academy came before her. She slightly pouted, she would probably get a week’s worth of detention or something.
“What are you pouting for, I never said I would tattle on you.”
“You what….”
“You’ll just have to deal with me, see you in class!” He grinned and pushed her past the gates, winking at her as he started to walk away. The girl stumbled and almost fell, she just stared at the professor with her mouth wide open and her eyes filled with shock. She suddenly grew angry and called out.
“Whatever wolf man! You’re nothing but bark!” He’s probably going to kick my a**. With that, the girl huffed and crossed her arms, walking around the campus. Wondering if something interesting was going on.
The man however, was now on a mission. Where in the world was Felspir? “Come here old friend… we’ve got much to talk about.”
____________________ ╰☆╮ ____________________ тнє мσsт sαяcαsтιc, мєитαℓιsт;
вuт yσu'ℓℓ gяσω тσ ℓσvє мє.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 10:49 pm
Professor Victor Feldspar~
The sandy-haired youth finally did what he was told and walked toward the Southern gate, but as soon as Victor gave the girl her first instruction, she passed out. Feldspar's clawed hand covered his face as he rolled his eyes. Typical newborn He grabbed her by the scruff of the neck again. she'll shift back by morning
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He had just started walking back when he heard a voice in his head that was not his own. ""Come here old friend....we've much to talk about"". "s**t that scared me....Still not used to this yet." He lengthened his stride. "Anyways, I've got a gaggle of newcomers over by the Southern gate, three females, one male. One's transformed already, made a fool of herself, I'm bringing her back. The new blood can sleep in the downstairs hall of Lunare for now. Come meet the pups, then we can talk all night."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The large wolf man, slate-gray with mottled black markings, made his way towards the new arrivals at the gate. He laid the black female, stiff in her werewolf form on the grass beside him. "Welcome to Blackthorn Academy." he spoke to the three. "I'll be taking you inside the gate momentarily." He shifted himself back to his full human form, his coffee brown hair tangled and his eyes bloodshot. "I'm one of the professors here. Geology." his gravelly voice went quiet. What the hell else am I supposed to say to these kids? "You better get over here, I've already run outta things to say."
E vv ee nn tt hh ee ss tt rr oo nn gg ee ss tt ss tt oo nn ee cc aa nn bb rr ee aa kk
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 12:11 am
яιcнαяd >> Professor of the Shape-shifting 101 <<>>> Partner in Crime; Feldspar, Students <<<____________________ ╰☆╮ ____________________ {Just in case others are confused... dark red, quoted sentences are being spoken through telepathy with Feldspar. ^^ }
Richard laughed at the reply that had reached his mind. Of course, poor Feldspar, he was left alone with the pups. He wondered how many would return to their mothers before the semester was over. But then again, a werewolf’s young life was usually tragic; some of them did not have a home to go to. Blackthorn was all they had. “I’m comin’ ya big wuss, a couple of minutes.” He strolled slowly on purpose, just waiting to see how impatient Feldspar would get for the crowd-easy Richard to come save the day.
Well, not really. Feldspar was a good old wolf, he could handle those pups. But it was always fun to give him a hard time. Oh, the joys they used to have. Wonder exactly how much this place changed. He craned his neck up, his mouth making an ‘o’ shape as he admired the familiar and old buildings. He even started whistling a small tune, one that came from his childhood. He chuckled, now hearing the second reply that came from Feldspar. That quick? Poor boy. “Comin’ soon enough, five… four…”
“Three, two, one!” He called out, sliding out into the area where his old friend and the newcomers were. He wore his usual grin and looked over the students, “Aw, look at you guys; So cute and sweet.” His grin was gone, “That ain’t gonna last long.” He sniffed, and stood next to Feldspar, peering at the man with a cocked brow. “Is it me, or is that wrinkle new?” He looked away and chuckled, not even able to keep a straight face when he teased Feldspar. Then he returned his attention back to the students, “I’m Doc Sievara, teach of Shapeshifting 101! Howdy doo, my little cuckoos,” He grinned again before sliding a hand back into his pocket and slouching some.
“This all we got this year?” He frowned, “Or we gonna get more? I like more students, they are fun!” He chuckled again, wondering really how many baby werewolves they were going to get. He remembered when he went here, it was crowded, and he always wondered what happened with those wolves. He heard some of them still live in packs; others took like he did and went their separate ways. He looked back at Feldspar, “All I wanna know is how in the living hell you found me.”
____________________ ╰☆╮ ____________________ тнє мσsт sαяcαsтιc, мєитαℓιsт;
вuт yσu'ℓℓ gяσω тσ ℓσvє мє.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 11:21 am
Professor Victor Feldspar~
After what seemed like forever to Victor, his friend finally emerged. He breathed a sigh of relief. He never was good at making the newcomers feel welcome. Victor rubbed his forehead at the wrinkle comment and cleared his throat. Richard was always teasing him, but he didn't mind too much, it was good to have someone in this world to give a s**t about.
"I'm not sure how many more we'll be getting. Most of 'em probably aren't ever going to get here." After realizing what he'd said, he cleared his throat again. "Erm. Anyways, let's get these pups into Lunare for the night." The old wolf rubbed his hands together. He spoke to the ginger, "You can leave your car here for now, you won't be needing it in the future, but you can keep it, don't worry." "As for that question, I'm not exactly sure myself."Feldspar looked down to see the black female begin to morph back. Damn He took off his shirt and covered the girl as she changed. Well, at least you'll be conscious by morning "Boy, help me carry this girl to the dorm, Doc Sievara's got better things to do for now, we'll get her clothes there."
He gave the boy a look under his prominent and furrowed brow. "That's not a problem is it?" he asked in a low voice.
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E vv ee nn tt hh ee ss tt rr oo nn gg ee ss tt ss tt oo nn ee cc aa nn bb rr ee aa kk
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 2:02 pm
Cristian was about to tell the two girls that he was sent by one of the teachers, but suddenly the teacher was there with them, and another teach, with short blond hair. Loki lay next to them, covered in the first teach's shirt. Cristian noticed that she had begun to change back, and was grateful that she wasn't going to tear his throat out...not tonight anyway. The teach ordered for Cristian to help him carry her to the dorm, then gave him a look and asked if that would be a problem. "N-no sir" he said, though he wondered why the teach had asked him and not the other teach to help carry the girl.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 5:04 pm
Miss Emily
"That's enough right there, gentlemen!"
She seems to come out of nowhere, dressed in a dark green bustle day dress with a black velvet trim--clothing from another era. She was a voluptuous woman, a laced corset underneath her gown. Her face is flushed and she is slightly panting. Her light brown curly hair, though beautiful, seems to be in a slight disarray, something she takes notice of quickly, if not a moment too late.
"That is a lady! I'll not have you handle her in such a state of undress. I will take her to proper lodgings myself," she says while fixing her hair. She gives a hard look to Victor and Richard.
She sets her brilliant eyes on the new students and stares at them for a second longer than she seemed to have need for. Surely she was a peculiar woman.
"Greetings! Welcome to Blackthorn! I am Emily Caswell." She seems to have a commanding, yet pleasant enough nature. "But you will address me as Miss Caswell, or Miss Emily, whichever you prefer. I am the astronomy professor here. It's a wonderful subject which I do hope you all will be taking."
She moves to stand in front of the young one laying on the ground in undress, blocking the poor thing from view with her skirts. Then, she looks back to Richard and Victor, waiting for them to start herding the new pups into the Lunare.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 7:12 pm
Loki had this dull feeling that she was being lifted by the scruff of her neck. Time being irrelevant when one is unconscious, she felt the soft earth below her after a mere moment. All the while, when shed come to for a moment, she could feel her bones crack and shift. It would have been excruciating had she been awake. She heard bits and pieces of conversation, muffled voices, and chuckling. The first complete thought that ran through her mind was that she didn't recognize where she was. Of course not, she thought, then she began remembering. Memories of that night flooded back to her in bits and pieces, and she realized it was all the doing of the boy who killed her cousin, Cristian was it? oh well. She had let her guard down, she realized, and he must he knocked her out when she wasn't looking. But she wouldn't let her guard down again, and he was going to pay. When her body stopped shifting and she finally could open her eyes, she realized there was someone in front of her, a woman in an old looking dress. She suddenly shivered from the cold and looked down. Why am I naked?! she thought, looking at the shirt barley covering her. Before she could formulate another thought the world spun and fell back into darkness.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 7:35 pm
Miss Emily
She hears stirring at her feet and looks down to see the poor girl shivering in the cold. It probably doesn't help that she's just a pup as well, poor girl, she thinks.
Emily looks back up to Victor and Richard and gives them a wide-eyed stare as they begin to move the students onto the grounds. "Hurry now! The girl is freezing!"
Emily begins to think about her first change as she looks at the girl laying on the ground, shivering and blue from the cold night air. The screaming... the fires... all the fighting... She quickly shakes those thoughts out of her head. That was not her story. Not anymore, at least.
With the other students heading inside, Emily bends down and scoops up the naked girl in her arms, making sure she is still as modest as can be at the moment. "Protocol or not, I know kindness when it needs to be done," she mutters under her breath as she heads towards a side entrance for the Lunare.
Though a petite woman, her age and situation have given her a supernatural strength. She is not as strong as the other werewolves, but the girl in her arms feels as light as a pillow.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 7:46 pm
яιcнαяd >> Professor of the Shape-shifting 101 <<>>> Partner in Crime; Feldspar, Emily, Students <<<____________________ ╰☆╮ ____________________ He took in all the knowledge and nodded, it was just how things seemed to work out. This world was hard for a young werewolf – scratch that, it would always be tough. But with this school, they could learn to live easier. That was, until some fool of a wolf decides to take a human for a mate. Humans were so fragile compared to them; they would never be able to fully please a werewolf, but sometimes, one little pretty human girl seemed so alluring.
A voice instantly brought him back to the real world and his pale green eyes landed on a woman that was familiar. Emily! He grinned at her stares and waited patiently until she was not moving or fussing anymore. “Emily, my dear!” He exclaimed walking towards her with eagerness, but she turned back at them and ordered once more for them to lead the rest of the pups to the dorm. Richard slightly pouted, “Fine, fine.” He then looked at the other kids, “One behind the other in a straight line! Hold hands if you must! We are headed towards your rooms!” He chuckled, patting Feldspar’s shoulder as he led the other pups to the dorm. Emily was a sweetheart, seeing as she was going to personally help this girl. Richard did not exactly know what happened to the poor pup, but he would not intervene when Emily was determined to help. He had learned his lesson once.
The blonde started to whistle a soft tune, something he had learned as a younger teen. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he continued walking. He could hear some footsteps behind him, but he figured Feldspar would take care of the slackers behind him. “So tell me pups,” He looked back at some of them, “Where do all of ya come from?”
____________________ ╰☆╮ ____________________ тнє мσsт sαяcαsтιc, мєитαℓιsт;
вuт yσu'ℓℓ gяσω тσ ℓσvє мє.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 8:41 pm
Miss Emily
Emily enters the side door of the Lunare, hidden from everyone else. It is much warmer inside and for that, she is grateful. She can hear the echoes of footsteps as Victor and Richard lead the other pups to their new rooms. She can also hear Richard's laughter--such a pleasant thing. I was too harsh on him outside, she thinks. I'll have to invite him over for tea later to apologize.
She sticks to the narrow alcoves and hidden stairways as she takes the unconscious body of the poor girl, whose name she has yet to learn, to her new room. Not sure which room to place the girl in, she decides to place her near the other female pups, knowing that if she is unhappy with her lodgings, she can switch to another room tomorrow.
Emily spies the other females as they go into their chosen rooms next to each other. She waits until they have cleared the hallway, then goes to a nearby door, opens the latch, and walks inside.
"Goodness! It's cold!" She exclaims as she closes the door behind her. She goes to lay the girl on the bed. Thinking it would be a scandal if the girl slept in it, she removed Victor's shirt from her and quickly rummaged through a wardrobe to find a nightgown.
Emily found a fine, but simple white cotton nightgown with a simple lace trimming. Thinking it to be perfect and how she would like a nightgown like it, she walked back over to the bed to gently dress the pup. After seeing that she was modest, Emily pulled back the covers and placed the young girl on the mattress. She brought the covers up and moved to start a fire in the fireplace to warm the room up. Once the fire had been started, Emily moved back over to the bed. She pulls the covers over the small body and then looked into the girl's face.
She spots the small scar on her forehead. As she goes to touch it, the young girl moans slightly, if not angrily, in her sleep. Emily lets down her hand and smiles. The girl is only exhausted..., she thinks. She kisses the girl's forehead and checks the covers one last time.
As she leaves the room, she grabs Victor's shirt from the end of the bed. She closes the door gingerly behind her. Then, she heads off towards her own apartments. I will check on that pup tomorrow morning, she promises herself.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 9:38 pm
It all happened so quickly. She attempted to speak to the boy, and dropped her gaze. As if by coincidence, as soon as she did so, the small group were joined by a... wolfman-looking male... Wow... I haven't seen anything like this save for in old literature... and my art and books... She mentally made a note to sketch the scene later on. As they were joined once more by more children, Fraya looked around, suddenly feeling claustrophobic. She was irrationally submissive, and, being surrounded by more people... All around her... She being in the center of the group, just her and her car... Then the attention of the collective morale was shifted to concern as a small, wolf-like canine stirred and apparently awoke. Oddly, as if by magic, the dog began to move. No, her -body- is moving... There was moving beneathe the flesh and a sickening cracking was heard... After a minute at most of enduring the heart-wrenching noises, it stopped. Fray raised her head and opened her eyes from the cringing, recoiling position she had been reduced to as the noises began. In the place of the wolfish female, there lay a crumpled-looking girl, curled on her side. She was nude, but that didn't bother Fray. Now the crowd moved in a rush and a woman that belonged in one of an old artist's paintings ran up, making a big shebang of the nude girl. When the woman left, apparently they were all ordered to get going, but, as one of the teachers mentioned her car, Fraya's eyes went wide, and she clutched at the car's roof. No... Not my baby... She did, in fact, love her car. It was a classic. Pristine condition. But, then, she heard the rest of the sentance. Oh. Okay... She nodded and shut the car door, moving to step along side the car, watching the group warily. What, now?....
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 10:30 pm
~You ask me why I'm reckless.....
Asp was the first to reply. "The Northwest of the continent. Near the Coast.... My family owns large amounts of land in that area." she finished. Her feet scraped on the ground as the party made their way across the campus. The woman who introduced herself as Miss Emily had bustled ahead, with the newly transformed girl in her arms. The blond professor was charming, he made Asp feel oddly shy. The older one, the one with the beard, made her feel...safe. She breathed out, realizing she'd been holding her breath. The party moved into a huge lawn area, stretching what seemed like acres. Enormous buildings sprung from the ground on every side. They crossed the lawn quickly, nearing a huge building, of completely different style than that across from it.
The spires of the grey stone building pierced the night sky. She breathed a low "Wow" as they drew closer. Some of the windows shone with silvery white light, obviously lamps inside. The building was huge, yet delicate, obviously created with the outmost care for detail. Her heart began to race.This place...It's real...and it's my new home.
....And I'll respond with "Why aren't you?"~
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 11:31 am
Where Loki was, it was cold. Why? What’s going on? I’m so cold. The feeling of being lifted came again and even though her eyes were closed, she thought she could see the world spin without her. She groaned and a shiver shook her body. Then it got warmer, the air didn’t bite her skin and Loki slowly stopped shaking. There was an occasional shiver here and there as her body tried to maintain its natural temperature. Then, all of a sudden, it was cold again and Loki’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and discontent. Wha…?
Her eyelids slowly opened but only into slits. She was in a room, a cold room with little light. Her eyes refused to focus and when she was let down onto a soft something, her eyes closed and refused to open again. She let out a sigh and let whoever was touching her go about their business. She was warm again. Make up your mind already, she thought annoyed, Warm or cold. Please be warm. There was a faint feeling that something was hovering over her head. Unable to swat it away, Loki settled for a groan and turned her head away slightly. Another feeling came to her forehead, a comforting feeling. “Dad?” Someone had kissed her forehead, just like the way her father did, before she became…this.
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