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Acelin nodded as if in understanding, "I take it it wasn't a very pleasent vision then." he said but he wasn't saying anything more. Acelin looked outside catching a glimpse of the weather, it looked nice but he wasn't sure it would stay like this for long but he grabbed his sunglasses, slim black ones. "I don't know really. It was vague, as if shouded in a mist. But I could make out a bright white room...almost like a confrence room and there were voices. It was all shrouded together but one voice...name could be heard clearly. Loki. But I don't what to make of it. But it wasn't just that. I couldn't tell well last night, but I also feel like I've been here before. I don't know. Its weird huh?" he said.

Kael nodded faintly, with a small sigh escaping his lips. "Not a very pleasant vision at all. But at least, it might be able to be countered, somehow." He considered Acelin's dream, thoughtful. "I'm not sure if you know this," he commented, walking over to the other, Elan dozing on his shoulder at the moment, "but there is a teacher here named Loki. The so-called God of Mischief." He stepped a bit closer, looking Acelin over as if scrutinizing him, trying to read whether the boy had been here before, although he wasn't able to tell very well. "That is curious that you feel that way, though," he said softly. "Maybe more will come back to you, then, if that is the case...."

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Esqyn grinned a bit, seemingly not minding Louie's reaction very much, and continued to rub behind his ears, keeping him close. He'd heard that others who were lycanthropes, or even Ahkra, who had jackal ears, were also susceptible to the bliss-inducing ear-rub, and had suspected that it might be the case with Louie as well. "I don't mind," he told the boy, blue-green eyes bright. "As long as you don't."

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Amune leaned heavily against a nearby tree, panting. His chest ached and his legs burned. His clothes and hair stuck to him with an irritating damp and sticky feeling. He felt dirty and gross.
He had been trying to make his way to his new school....but the forest around here was so dense, he had quicly become lost. After walking all night and spending rather terrifying dark hours in the heart of the forest...in the middle of such a storm too no doubt....he was absolutely exhausted.
Where was the school?
He lifted his dark brown hued eyes to the lightening sky. It was morning now. All he wanted to do was rest, but only the gods know what kind of creatures were waiting for him to do that so that they could strike. He brushed his damp bangs from his forehead with one slim, pale hand. His hair felt greasy and he shuddered, having to wipe his hand on his pants...though that did nothing to help his hand.
Amune forced himself to take a few more painful steps forward. He couldn't go on like this....
It was only another moment before his legs gave out from beneath his small frame and he toppled into the grass. He lay there, unable to move, so tired that he slipped into unconsciousness almost immediately.

The unconscious Amune didn't answer him, though a small part of him did register the fact that he was no longer alone, and the other persence was not a hostile one. It took a long, long time but eventually the younger boy was able to push himself into a slight haze of awareness.
He groaned lightly, still feeling sore and icky and exhausted.
"....nng...."
Dark brown eyes cracked open hazily, tiredly, searching for the speaker and the one who had touched him. So tired....
"....h-help...." he croaked out, unable to say much more before having to fight unconsciousness again. No....stay awake...but he was so tired it took nearly all of his energy to do so.
"S-So.....sleepy....." it was only another moment before he was out cold again.

-----Sam frowned even more, and bit his lower lip harder with the response he ended up getting after a few minutes. Trying to think to himself, and wondering just how far the school was from here as he tapped his finger soundlessly against the ground. If he didn't get the boy to some place warmer, and dry, then he was going to be really sick soon.
-----"I hope I can get him back fast enough," the boy mumbled to himself. Before carefully wrapping an arm around Amune's waist and shoulders to pick him up into his arms. "Do not hate me for touching you, but I can't leave ya." Making a low exasperated sigh, then checking to make sure he had a good hold on the boy did he suddenly outstretch his red wings and headed for the school.
-----It took a short while before he got to the school, and without knocking forced the door open with his back against it. Gritting his teeth slightly at the feeling against his wings, but it was worth the slight pain to get the boy to warmth. Once he got inside he rushed for the infirmary, or nurses office, and set Amune on one of the patient beds. "Sh-should I remove his wet clothes?"
-----Sam was hesitating, and wondering what he had as an excuse to give the boy if he woke up in the middle of it. Even though his own clothes weren't any better he hadn't even buttoned his shirt the entire time. "What am I going to do?" He whispered to himself unconsciously, afraid to make Amune uncomfortable if he woke up.
-----Hoping the boy didn't mind he suddenly unfolded his wings again at his bedside, and with one heavy movement he sent a gust of summer-like heat over him. If it didn't dry something then he would do it again, after all he was a fire angel. He was thinking about cuddling the boy to warm him and dry him off, but he was a bit nervous about the boy waking in that position.

-----Samson smiled lightly, and shifted on his feet a bit folding his wings behind him once more. Glad to see that he's up, and awake again, sighing in relief. "You're safe, don't worry." The boy responded, and finally let his shoulders relax out of the worried tension in his entire being.
-----"But, you are in the nurses office at Saekii Academy... I thought it would be best here." He told the other boy, raising a hand to his head and brushing a few stray red strands out of his face. A relatively thin looking braid of his hair running down his back, and slightly waves into view as he turns to sit on the side of the patient bed.
-----"I couldn't leave you out there, I was worried for your health. But... anyway, I'm glad to see you're alright." Smiling a bit fuller now, watching the boy to see if he needed to help with anything else. "Oh, and I'm Sam."

A young man with dark auburn hair stepped into the room, his footsteps silent, like those of a cat. Jackal ears perked up past the dark locks of his hair, and a pair of black, raven-like wings were folded against his back. His eyes, an eerie emerald which seemed to lack any sort of pupil, regarded the two, and he smiled softly, disarmingly. The smile was almost hypnotic, especially given his tempting looks. "I'm sorry that Esqyn, our healer, isn't here at the moment, but if you need, I wouldn't mind taking a look at you." He was a bit concerned for them both. Sam seemed fine, and from experience did all right taking care of himself, but Amune looked a bit pale. He stepped closer to the two, and ran a hand through Amune's hair in concern. "My name is Ahkra," he said, softly.