<font color='#A8A8A8'>bad post X_x Day: 36th Quarter/Month: Dyo Year: 81376 Get off! Frisnar flailed her arms at the offensive branch, seizing it and breaking it over her knee in a bout of rage. Clout Frisnar on the skull and ye breathe yer last breath! Finally the frustrated pendragon stalked of to a more ...undisturbed... area of the courtyard. She stared intently (after many moments of calming down) at the wooden bench she happened to sit on, while probing the dull auburn colored material with a pointed finger. After fiddling around some, she began to nudge at it a tad more brutally... Finally it began to loosen, and with a loud thud it plopped to the ground.Ehhe... She blushed beneath her "furryscaly" cheeks and quickly bent over to pick it up. With a lot of skill, Frisnar set it back in its place and grinned at how cunning she was. No one will ever know. Mwah. Even if they had seen her, she would make sure they never told. Standing up and stretching, the pendragon sauntered to a group of rambunctious youngsters and bared her teeth and claws. It had been innocent fun as she watched them stare at her, ready to run at her next move. I always hated those little brats... Isn't anyone in this world like me? Of course, Frisnar would never know because she kept all of that to herself. Turning her back to the students, she stamped off and looked for more things to keep her entertained... Perhaps chasing something would sate that unquenched desire to hunt and kill- without the killing part. But what to chase?</font>
<font color='#008080'>Nurano stalks around the bench, his white tail flame the only visable part of his black and streamlined body. The dark brown opticals that adorn his face shift, as he notices a slight difference in the way parts of the bench are placed. Shrugging, he continues on, following the clear path of broken grass to whomever was last at the bench. Coming up behind Frisnar, he stops. Seeing her growling at some of the more annoying youngsters, he doesn't stop her. After she is a bit away, he calls out amusedly "Might I ask why you were harrasing that bench, Miss?" Preparing to flee or duck, he shifts his weight to his back lags.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>Tyela crept slowly up to them, her lavender hair, braided with blue, sweeping back in the air. As silent as she could make, she came right behind the male pendragon. Again she continued to sneak, become confident that neither male or female of the two could hear her. Her confidence gave her away, for she stumbled on a small stone and gave out a loud yelp. Regaining herself, she stared at the two. " Sorry about that," She said to them. " But I couldn't help noticing that you, miss, are attacking the bench and you, sir, are teasing her."</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'>OOC: Nurano is... kind've critical. If she ignores it, he'll stop. He's really not a bad guy! BiC: Oh gods. Another youngling. Nurano thinks to himself. He turns. "Not teasing... Just extracting information. And you, I might add, and sneaking up on 'Dragons! If you're going to try that trick again, be less confident, I could hear you before you hit that stone. I'm Nurano, Apprentince Spy and Elemental Mage? Who would you be?" He blinks, stretching his shoulders.</font>
