HuntedFox
*Knocking on Disaster's door*
Location: Outside
Cahira kept her words to herself, but she could barely stop laughing and giggling as Eliza freaked out about the building, Airon teased her about it, then almost tripped.
She had one hand placed over her rib she, and the other over her mouth due to her being nearly unable to stop her amusement.
Though, Cahira quickly sobered as the topic of fighting was brought up by Airion and Eliza swiftly rose to defend herself.
Cahira flicked her ears back, deciding to share some of the pieces of knowledge she had about the topic. “That’s actually one of the things about this school I do know about... heh.” She started, folding her hands behind her back.
“Apparently there is still uhm... a significant portion of the world that does a little more than discriminate against supernaturals. So uh, Crystal has a combat class they teach to help students hone their powers and learn to defend themselves. A lot of students tend to spar just for fun as well.” She rubbed the back of her neck anxiously.
“Unfortunately... when you ‘confine’ a bunch of supernaturals from so many different backgrounds and walks of life, there are bound to be differences of opinion. I heard that fights are extremely common around here. Another reason for their Grade A medical staff.”
Cahira finished, eyes wide. “T-that’s just what I’ve heard and read.” She added quickly before clamping her mouth shut.
RI.a
True Blue Flannel
Location: In hallways near Boys dorms
Damien was starting to become a bit disheartened as he walked through the halls. The school was beginning to more resemble a maze by the second.
That, until the bitter yet relieving smell of coffee drifted to the hungry wolf. The scent was entwined with another that he was to distracted to care about. Coffee most likely meant food. If not, then people. And as he was sure anyone could figure out, people would most likely be able to lead him to food. That glorious smell was a win any way he looked at it.
He sped up his pace just slightly, closing his eyes as the coffee grew stronger. But as he opened his eyes, he slowed to a halt. All that waited for him was a person next to a vending machine, not a cafeteria or actual coffee bar.
Disheartened once more, Damien exhaled sharply through his nose to expel the strange extra scent that had only grown with the coffee. Until, he looked up at the stranger once more.
His brow furrowed slightly, and instead of trying to expel the scent, he took a quiet inhale.
The familiarity was, dumbfounding to say the least. He lowered his tail, having no idea how to react to such a startling realization and unfortunately, being unable to catch himself staring so moronically at the young woman.
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