<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Day: 26 Quarter: Mia (Winter) Year: 81379</td></tr></table> There it was! A flash of color which mocked Kusha as it whizzed by him caught his attention. He opened his jaw just slightly, and let a low growl issue forth. His claws were retracted, hidden within the leathery folds of his paws. As the growl died away, it hit him. He felt a muted thud against his fur. He shook his head, the mane flying wildly as he spun around, appearing graceful as he 'twirls', one large paw lashing out at another flash of color. He felt the air shift just slightly as, whatever it was, passed his paw by. That was close but not good enough for Kusha! He let the paw rest upon the crunched snow around him, and waited patiently to feel the movement, not see it which was Kusha's mistake. Then by instinct, he tensed his legs and leapt mightily, legs over head. His body in the air turning rather fast for his liking, the world blurring in color as Kusha brings his front paws together swiftly. He had miraculously caught it! The object was secured in his paws; he felt a surge of pride at this but that ended quickly. Snow flew about Kusha's form as he crashed upon the ground; his face was buried deeply into the snow which also created a mound atop his body. For a while he laid there, the coldness of the snow washing over him. Finally, it grew too much for Kusha to endure as he felt the tingly beginning of numbness. With a splutter, he lifted his head and shook it once more. Once the snow no longer hid his vision about him, he laid it back down with a soft sigh escaping his mouth. With his head on the ground, he pushed off with his back legs much as a cat would do with a mouse caught and hunched over his paws, not wishing to let his 'trophy' escape. Ever so slowly, he let individual paws peel off, revealing the object. It rolled away, a pathway created in the snow, until it rocked to a stop several feet away. The prize here for Kusha, was just a bouncy ball! Nothing special but a lot of fun to be had when used. Kusha had brought it with him to Tsupeon for lone training. He had wanted to work on his reflexes and speed. Most expect a large 'dragon like Kusha to be slow but really, he was quite fast. He had the power to back that up as well. He spent hours in hard training, obeying his teacher's instructions to develop himself as a fighter. Few students did not have the same dedication as Kusha but in the end, to Kusha, it was truly worth it. He never missed a chance to 'spar' in official tournaments. He loved fighting. Outside of managed and safe environments, Kusha had never once used what he had learned to harm another 'dragon. One of his friends who always seemed to end up in trouble often urged him to try a full fight but he refused stubbornly on the matter, grinning as he had lightly swatted his heavy paw at that friend. Kusha sighed once more, his body starting to feel the strain of that training. Without a care in the world, he sank into the snow and closed his eyes to recover his energies. It would only be for a few minutes he told himself, just a few minutes...maybe ten minutes...hm... And before he knew it, he was fast asleep.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> ^^ Not overly long, as I need to get to bed.</td></tr></table> A white puff of fur landed with a small crunch in a pile of equally white snow. A head emerged from the drift, a twitching black nose sampling the air. Solid white eyes narrowed, surveying the prey that had escaped her last attack. Above the small femmes head flittered a tiny bird, some sort of sparrow. Arymaia was small, but easily had the endurance of a ‘dragon four times her size. With a powerful push of her hind legs she launched herself into the air, batting at the avian with her dexterous forepaws. She caught the small creature on the side, the bird had not expected the sudden and quick attack and it was knocked to the snow. It hit the drift, and Arym swiftly pinned it with both paws, her grip powerful but careful, not wanting to crush the birds delicate body. Arym slowly pulled back, and watched the avian wallow for a minute, righting itself in the powdery snow. It only took a moment for the bird to get its bearings, before it zipped off to fully recover in a courtyard tree. Arymaia shook the snow from her thick pelt, and began bounding down to the other end of the ‘gym’ area. Her small size made traversing deep snow difficult, so she had learned to run differently. She moved in small leaps, popping up over the drifts in lengthy hops. This method worked well when the snow was too soft to support her small weight. Arym paused mid-leap, dropping down into a crouch, when she caught sight of a ‘dragon sleeping in the snow. Crouching low, belly skimming the snow, she crept forward, her footfalls softened by the thick fur on her paws. <span style='color:steelblue'>“Hello…?"</span> she asked softly, not wanting to startle the male.
Iode appeared on the field with his set of white and blue balls. He smiled and put the blue ball down and then chucked white ball at the hoop at the end of the field, it went thru and the net shook from the force. He smiled as the ball rolled back to his hand. He had a beautiful yellow mane and the rest of his fur was a lusious black and red. His fur shimmered as the wind blew past. He had black and red wings which were folded on his back. He had violet eyes that would make any girl swoon. He was built with lots of muscle, and was wearing cargo pants with Jemdrull boxers. His shirt had been discarded at the bench on the side of the field. A single curl from his mane was on his forehead. He could be a model if he wanted too, but his passion lies in Jemdrull. He was a Wild so he could do whatever he deemed to be best on the field. The three second flight rule was okay for him, he had enough speed with his wings he could make it half way across the field without a problem. He saw the dragon training before he had made his way out. He was good, most likely would make a good player too. Right now though he deemed it better to leave him alone... Nekhalla had other ideas though. <span style='color:purple'>"IODE!!!!!"</span> Nekhalla was ticked...well more liked pissed. Iode shivered, he knew he was in trouble, but he didn't know for what. This seemed to happen every week with him, Nekhalla always had something for him to do and he forgets it. So now he gets yelled at and if he doesn't have a decent excuse...A nice clawed slap across the face... <span style='color:purple'>Cuesanu says she never got my paymet. I gave it to you to give to her...Guess what? I'm not happy...Where is it?"</span> Iode's eyes got big...the drawing and money she had given him was in his bag. <span style='color:red'>I...I...haven't seen Cuesanu lately...</span> He lied, he just had forgotten. He was about to get his ass majorily kicked. <span style='color:purple'>"Don't lie, I saw you with her yesterday...She clings to your fucking leg. She's like your little sister, CAN'T YOU GET ANYTHING RIGHT YOU STUPID JOCK!!!!"</span> She smacked him across the maw with sharp claws. This time she broke skin and it tingled some. He rubbed where she hit and felt blood rise to the suface. He hated it when she did this to him, he knew she could beat him mainly because she knew his weak spots and she was Cuesanu's favorite Menlo buyer. So unfortunatly he had to deal with her. <span style='color:red'>"Okay I'm sorry, I'll get it to her tommarrow!"</span> Nekhalla turned to leave with a death glare, leaving Iode to rub his maw.
Right after the bouncing ball, vimtimising a bird, and sharp slap across one's maw, a black and grey femme landed into the Tsupeon. She'd just came back from one of her travels and was glad that she was now touching ground after seeing miles and miles of salty ocean water. Her wings were then neatly folded behind her back and her dagger was straped to her side, intact. She always carried that dagger with her. It might not be a very good weapon but it means much to her. Her father had given her that dagger few months before he had died. She cherrished it as if it were a priceless jewel. Now her feet were getting a little cold. She wanted to hurry and go into the warmth of the school, but she stomped her feet on the ground instead. She didn't want to go in yet. Going in would mean deciding what she wants to do when she's inside and that would mean she would end up in the cafeteria. She always end up there. Perhaps it was because that was the only place she knew where to go to and have something to do, for that matter. She looked around the Tsupeon. Her favourite place in Janardan. She saw Iode and recognised the male immediately. She had met him a few weeks ago. Or was it months? she thought to herself. She walked over to the black and red Jemrull player who was, for some reason, rubbing his maw. "Hey... er... Iode? Here with Jemrull again?
Iode licked the blood off the side of his face as it dripped in his mouth. She had gone deep this time...it would take a little bit to scab over. Nekhalla had gone inside by this time. Totally out of ear shot. <span style='color:red'>"Damn...that hurt. Yeah I'm always out here training, habit I guess. Not to mention I got nothing better to do. Might as well chuck my balls around...wait...that didn't sound right..."</span> Iode scratched his head. That was a pretty stupid thing to say, definatly in the top ten. Then again that list was pretty long list. He never said anything right. The idea of him being smart is a joke, he can't even pass basic classes where he has to use his mind rather then his body. The only intellegent thing he can do is Jemdrull plays.
