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Fantasy Academy of the Supernaturally Gifted (CLOSED)

*Eve looks at the wall and starts to climb until she gets to the top and jumps to the other side of it *
 
*she pulls out a jar that has something in it but you can't see it and then a weird flower a purplish blue flower *
 
*Gem slips from shadow to shadow, closing in. she senses power from whatever is in the jar, power from something that's not from these woods, and does not respect them. Gem is ready to get rid of that thing as fast as possible- the woods we're hungering anyways.*
 
*though the flower- that flower though. it's scent was familiar, not a soul flower, but a welcomed scent nonetheless.*
 
*The forest seemed to agree with Gem, the vines trying to creep towards the flower, but always recoiling when they sensed the thing in the jar*
 
* eve take the thing out of the jar it a snake well it look like it has thorns eve puts it on the ground and then takes a petal off the flower and gives it to the snake but it seems like the snake is getting bigger now it was at lest the size of a dog*
 
*Gem recoils, her fur on end, as does the rest of the forest. this- this thing is one of our own. one of our own that's gotten too prideful for it's own good. The forest is angered, it feels betrayed. Gem unsheathes her claws- ready to put something in it's place, the forest doesn't protest.*
 
*Gem shifts, into something smaller, darker, easier to blend into the forest- and the forest helps, the flowers tilt, the trees shift, all so slightly as for Eve or the thing not to notice, but enough to hide Gem- her scent- her aura. The forest will not let's it's best huntress be bested so easily, not this thing- not to a traitor.*
 
*Gem crouches, the forest leans in- curious as to what happens next, and ready to destroy the thing if it tries anything- the thing is not welcome here. maybe it was, once in the past, maybe it was welcomed, maybe the forest loved it as it did all it's children, maybe it loved the forest back, maybe it was family, maybe- but that is gone. what once was is no more, no more chances the forest will give, and no more chances it will take. this thing is no more welcomed than roaches in a restaurant.*
 
* the snake sniffs the air it now only slithers around eve* eve pats her leges * come here ivy I need you please
 
*"no-" i think "come back, come closer little snake. come closer so the forest may let me squash you like the roach you are. come back, come back, comebackcomebackcomebackcomebackcomeba-" the forest whispers the same, coaxing the thing "come deeper- come closer- come back-"*
 

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