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Nokomis and Cyrvak: First LessonCyrvak gave a nod to the woman standing next to him, waving his hand dismissively at her. "See it done," he instructed (or commanded, perhaps, with that tone of voice), and the woman cloaked in black swaths of flowing fabric bowed her head to him, the action highlighting the spiraling red horns that curved back along her head to frame the coif of her hair. She remained only a moment in that position before the blackness of her robes seemed to collapse in on itself and her, taking her away from the arena. Cyrvak wasn't concerned with the prying eyes of his students (if most could even be called such, pitiful as they were), and held no qualms in conducting his own dealings on the campus grounds. After all, his place in Hell was far more demanding (and infinitely more interesting) than this miserable place. He could feel their eyes, though, knowing that several of his students had a habit of attempting to spy, and still others were too curious. Which was this one, he wondered? Nokomis wasNokomis and Cyrvak: First Lesson by M4K31T83TT3R
Nokomis and Myst: The Signupm4k3- Nokomis made her way to Theater studies, bustling through the busy corridors. She was a sturdy girl, easily pushing and shoving with ease. Finally, she walked into class and chirped a "hello!" to the teacher.Nokomis and Myst: The Signup by M4K31T83TT3R
akiho-shire- Myst, the theater instructor, held her head with a light touch as she looked to the student. "Yes, hello indeed..." She had a narrow look in her eyes, not caring for the noise that came with the student emitting from the hallway.
m4k3- Nokomis took a seat, placing her bag near her feet with a light thud. She ruffled her hair idly, waiting for everything to settle. When the noise from outside quietened and everyone was sitting down, she nibbled her upper lip and faced forward, watching the teacher. She wasn't too into drama, and she hoped she wouldn't be picked on for anything...
akiho-shire- "Alright class," Myst began. "I don't care who you are, what reasoning you have, nor what you are, you will participate in our classroom activiti
Dead End: Ch. 9 StuckEvening was reigning in over Crack Den, rays of sunshine seeping through the city; orange and pink. The space and visible distance surprised Stella. Crack Den was much less cramped than its sister city, evident as few people roamed the streets. It was strange.Dead End: Ch. 9 Stuck by M4K31T83TT3R
"I wonder if that Van Horn lives here," she thought aloud, remembering he'd recently bought Hathian's theatre.
"Not much better than Dead End, I heard. It may look nicer, but there's still a red light and the creepy alleys, not to mention a brimming jail," Cael replied. Right on cue, a pedestrian across the road watched their passing car; his dark orbs penetrating the glass and boring right into Stella's skull. He was quickly out of sight, but she grinded her teeth uncomfortably.
At the core of Crack Den (formally known as Hathian) was a garage, but like Dead End, the roads were mostly deserted; pedestrianised even. Everything must've been within walking distance, Stella concluded. Behind the garage, several establishments reside
Desdemona and Constance: The Staff Roomm4k3- The humanoid bear made her way to the staff room. It was lunch time and she was hungry! She walked along, scorning students for running and at one point, stopped a student and interrogated them about missing her Alchemy class yesterday. "Give me a note next time!" she exclaimed, shaking her head before continuing along. Upon arriving in the staff room, she saw several other members of staff sitting around and eating. She took a seat and took her lunch box out of her bag.Desdemona and Constance: The Staff Room by M4K31T83TT3R
xmidnight-nightmarex- Constance was walking in the shadows like she normally does but he stays in them for a reason no one knows why either, and she was in the staff room the time Desdemona walked in "so what did you tell the student?" she said not to be seen the only thing you could hear was her voice because she was in the shadows and out of sight
m4k3- Desdemona thought she was sitting alone; clearly not. She looked towards the corner, the shadowy part of the room where she heard the
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The Forbidden ForestThe mass of grey above promised heavy rain. Ahead, the mountainous path lay bare and exposed to the elements. The Traveller chewed his lip thoughtfully. Glancing sideways, he noticed the Sha Forest, sometimes called the Forbidden Forest.
"We can't go there," said his brother cautiously, following his thoughts as well as his gaze.
"We'll get caught in the rain if we don't. Then we'll be cold tonight!"
"But you know it's a no-go area..." insisted his younger sibling, whose hands twiddled and squirmed.
"We'll be fine. You got your bow and arrow, and I got my dagger. We'll be fine," said The Traveller, half-scornfully. His brother nodded feebly and with that, he went off the trodden path and down the slopes towards the Sha Forest.
The forest was vast and enchanted; the latter rumoured. It was definitely unusual, with rare species inhabiting the forest alone, such as the Golden Rabbit. Its fur was an attractive shade of yellow and made a perfect fur coat for the Winter, but no one dared try
The Fairy QueenIt's not easy being the fairy queen. Now, I know what you're thinking. The Fairy Queen? Great, a cheesy fantasy. Well, I'm living in the year 2014. That's right, modern day. I'm sixteen now. Sixteen today actually.
An itch on my cheek rouses me from my slumber. A persistent itch, as tiny hands slap my face. I know not to scratch at it immediately.
"Thorn, hi," I mumble. She daintily hops aside and I rub my face. It's a rather rehearsed routine and for good reason.
"We thought we'd come early. Happy birthday!" she chirps. I turn my head and see a whole load of fairies standing in the window. I know them all by name, but Thorn is my best friend. She was the first fairy I met and at the age of six, I embraced my title 'Fairy Queen' without doubt or question. I used to tell my parents all about the fairies and they thought it was a made-up game, of course. Growing up, I then went through a phase of questioning my sanity, when I learned that other people had never seen a fairy before