<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Tria 43, 81378 dang it, i always forget the timestamp...XD character: Asphyxia</td></tr></table> The courtyard of the Janardan Academy was silent and dark, the only illumination was from the little patches of moonlight that managed to peek through the storm clouds over head. The sky rumbled, and a sort of tenseness was in the air, heralding the approaching storm. A lone figure stood hunched over, leaning against one of the trees that dotted the courtyard. Mismatched eyes gazed at the sky through matted, acid green bangs. The pendragon was shrouded by a long, black coat, making it's gender unknown, and hiding all features from the neck down. A chill wind was stirring the growing storm overhead, and harshly whipping against the foliage of the tree's. The 'dragon sighed contentedly, and a small, cold smirk appeared on their thin lips. A brilliant blue-white tendril of lightning split the sky, followed by a booming peal of thunder. The noise seemed to break some unknown barrier, and almost instantly large drops of rain began to pelt the ground mercilessly. <span style='color:gray'>"Perfect..."</span> the 'dragon breathed.
Maylina had had another late night out away from school, she knew that these “outings" would have to stop eventually but she found the life around campus to just be a little too dull most of the time, beside she enjoyed the night life. This night was no different then the others, except for the burying storm. It had caused her to back out early from her spying activities, so she had to make it back to the safety of the school sooner then she had hoped. She leaped over a few of the outside walls of the academy then soon landed on a few of the grass roofed areas. Since the school was pretty much all under ground the roofs were low and easy to get in and over if you knew the way, May had connections so knowing the way wasn’t anything hard to learn. She then made the last jump into the court yard; she found this the easiest way to get in after dark. She landed on all fours but soon changed form so that she was biped and could move much more quietly and easier. No need to get any teachers out after her. Before she even had the chance to turn around the thunder sounded and the rain started to fall as if on command. May looked to the sky, she wasn’t sure if she was happy with this or not. She then felt she wasn’t alone – spy senses kicking in to gear, a little late. There was some else in the court yard with her at that moment, she didn’t know who, or really what for that matter. All she could make out was a figure wearing a long dark coat standing a little distance away. She wasn’t sure if she had been spotted or not but if she had she need a plan. She couldn’t run or else who ever was here might let the word out that someone was out last night. Then again the stranger might find themselves in the same predicament. She tried to re clam her clam and took a few confident steeps towards the other. <span style='color:9933ff'>“Out for a walk in the rain I take?"</span> The black and white fem asked, not really sure if it was the right thing to say in this situation. Well it was too late now things would happen how they happen.
Asphyxia watched the female 'dragon drop from the rooftops dpwn into the courtyard with her usual cold, predatory gaze. The female had quickly spotted her quickly, despite the fact that it was near pitch black and beginning to rain hard. A tiny, cold smile tugged at the edge of her thin lips, pulled tight over her long fangs. A small chuckle rumbled up from the pit of her boney stomach, a harsh, grateing noise. <span style='color:gray'>"Out for a walk indeed."</span> She replied quietly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the storm. She pushed away from the tree and slowly, methodically making her way towards the female. She was in a rare good mood this evening, the weather was playing a large role in affecting her temperment. Oh how Asphyxia loved the rain... As she walked she turned her face towards the sky, large drop of water pelting against her emaciated features. Her long, tangled acid green hair was plastered to her face from the force of the rain, the water trickling down her neck. She closed her eyes, becoming almost totally absorbed in the storm. The sky was angry tonight... <span style='color:gray'>"Child...what are you doing out on a night such as this?"</span> she cooed, <span style='color:gray'>"Don't you know it's dangerous to be out and about at this hour?"</span> Asphyxia smirked darkly, lowering her face to the female and pulling her right hand out of her coat pocket. Talon-like claws slid out of their sheaths with a dull click. Asphyxia inspected her claws calmly for a moment, before looking the girl straight in the eyes. <span style='color:gray'>"You might meet undesirables..."</span> she whispered, a malicious gleem in her mismatched eyes.
Maylina watched, making sure that she took in every move this character made, by the voice she could tell it was female, or a least a certain guess. The words that she said almost made her laugh and she would have if it weren’t for the way she said them, the way she moved. This wasn’t your normal school student; then again they did have a big handful and tall dark and mysterious ‘dragons. But she wasn’t overly worried, she had dealt with strange and some times even crazy ‘dragons before. She stood her ground, she would not be put of by a few simple words and movements. She spoke as clear as she could, with the rain and thunder causing a bit of trouble, put her worlds came out smooth and unemotional. That had taken lots of training. <span style='color:9933ff'>“Strange I would have asked you the same thing."</span> As the rain continued to pelt down she pushed some of the raven black hair to the side of her face, wanting to make sure she could see the other fem. It was hard to read her, May was pretty sure that she hadn’t seen her before, or at least not paid to much attention to her. Which would be pretty hard with the bright mop of hair on the others head. <span style='color:9933ff'>“Now you wouldn’t be considering yourself one of these… undesirables? Because I of course have to keep my own paws clean of that sort of thing."</span> She spoke with a hint of sarcasm in the last sentence, it was put there by choice. If she really wanted to make herself look like some clean cut book worm she would have started like that from the start. No, she would enjoy this conversation while she could.
Asphyxia made a noise that sounded like the bastard child of a giggle and a rumble. She continued to approach, every step slow and purposeful. Her boots made a strange squelching noise in the now wet grass. Asphyxia could not help but make the comparision between the noise of her steps and the sound of claws being ripped through still warm meat. The thought made her smile in a sadistic, cruel way. She gazed at the girl through half-lidded eyes, running her tongue over her fangs.<span style='color:gray'> "That depends what your idea of undesirables are dear."</span> she said softly. She increased her pace suddenly, sprinting foreward with long strides. She halted barely a foot away from the female, close enough that she was sure to be in her personal space. <span style='color:gray'>"May I ask you your name dearest?"</span> she asked quietly. In her sudden rush her coat had fallen open, reveiling her slight built and boney frame. A plain black tank top was covered by a ripped mesh shirt, and a pair of worn, dirty black pants hung from her boney hips. Asphyxia's boney, whip-like tail slowly swept the groud behind her, the scythe-like tail blade dragging through the wet ground. Asphyxia was enjoying herself immensly, it was a rare occurance for her to encounter a student during such perfect conditions. The sky was ripped and torn assunder byt the flashed of lightning and the crash of thunder. The rain was coming down so hard now that even if someone was to look out one of the windows Asp and the other female would remain unseen.
Macabre was in one of his moods. Often, these moods weren't brought on by any particular event. They just...were. Tonight, though, he was willing to attribute it to the lack of killing. Yes, killing...what a wonderful sport. Bhim was a prime hunting ground for those who could be murdered and not missed, but he hadn't been able to risk a trip there for a while. No, his last target hadn't been as obscure as he would have liked, and had some friends in higher places. Best to wait for things to cool down before going back there. However, that left the walking corpse in a bit of a pickle; no Bhim meant no death, and no death made a very unhappy Macabre. He'd even gone so far as to eye a few students the past couple of weeks, which was a no-no. If a student died, there would be a big to do at ol' Janardan, yes indeedy. This, of course, lead to his current predicament. Macabre was out of his dorm past curfew (oh no, beware the detention!), and had even gone so far as to sneak into the courtyard. The ashen 'dragon hadn't been spotted. Most of the night duty teachers liked to spend their nights sleeping or snogging in a janitor closet, so he'd gotten out easily enough. A bolt of lightening cast a zombified shadow on the now soggy lawn as Macabre trekked aimlessly. The rain had pelted his matted, filthy coat nearly flat, doing away with the enlarging illusion it sometimes gave. Now, every bone and angle was disgustingly clear; how this creature could actually be alive was anybody's guess. The drumming pound of water drowned out his squishy footsteps, and Macabre would have run right into the pair had he not looked up. Oh, how interesting. He didn't recognize either of them right off, and took a single step to partially camoflauge himself behind a tree. What reason did they have to be out in this tempest? Hearing would be nearly impossible, but sneaking closer without being caught would be entirely impossible. Instead, he stood there, still as death, watching.
When the other fem and spend up, May couldn’t help but take a hastily step back. For a spilt second she had thought she was going to be pounced upon but it appear to not be the situation. But having her so close did make her feel un comfortable, and those eyes were some of the strangest things she had ever seen, they kind of grave her the creeps. She was quite comfortable of giving out her name, or at least her school name. She hadn’t used the real on in years, and didn’t really enjoy being called dear, it made her feel young and childish. <span style='color:9933ff'>“You can have my name as long as I can here yours as well. You can call me Kealar."</span> If a last name was asked she would give it but not just yet. Even with that name most of her school files could be accessed, but not exactly the important ones. <span style='color:9933ff'>“As for undesirables, I’ve dealt with many in my time and I’ve found that a proper definition wouldn’t suit all the different ones there are."</span> May had started to cool down a little, and not just because the rain was starting soaked through her thin layers of clothing. She wore a pair of louse fitting black short and a black long sleeved fitted shirt. She found it much easier to stay hidden while wearing black. May didn’t move to pull her face any further away from the fem for she wanted to show she wouldn’t be put off that easily. Since almost all of her concentration was on this fem, she did not notice the other ‘dragon in the yard.
Asphyxia leaned in close, so that her sunken eyes were barely a inch from the other females'. <span style='color:gray'>"It would only be proper social graces dearest. You may call me..."</span> Asphyxia paused for a moment, there were any number of alias' she could use... Asphyxia being only one of many. It depended on whether or not she wanted to intimidate her current companion. <span style='color:gray'>"You may call me Asphyxia..."</span> she purred, going for the safest route. She doubted her name would cause much fear in this one... but it never hurt to try. The female was lucky, Shade was not following Asp tonight, urging her to hunt, to kill, to feed... No, tonight only Kaiyaki had follwed her. The serpentine spirit was currantly coiled around her waist, like some exotic belt. Of course, only the most learned of dragons even knew of the Koroshiya, let alone were able to sense them. For the most part, Kaiyaki was remaining silent, feeding off the energy being given off by the storm. <span style='color:red'>You're being watched pet...</span> His dull, expressionless voice hummed into her mind. She tried to ask him where the watcher was through their mind-bond, but the Koroshiya simply ignored her in typical fashion. Still, his comment had given Asp a slight edge in the situation. She froze, her large ears swivelling around, trying to pick up the slightest noise. Unfourtunately the storm drowned out everything but the loudest of noises. <span style='color:gray'>"Won't you come out dear?"</span> she said into the night, her loud call barely audible over a sudden peal of thunder.
He was being watched. By what, he didn't know, but Macabre could feel the eyes boring into him like a pair of icy daggers. Then, there was a loud clap of thunder, and it was only by chance that he caught the nearly shouted words over the noise. "...come out dear?" Check. The walking corpse would have to move now, in order to prevent the game from ending. Without hesitating, Macabre stepped out from behind the tree, takin a few squishy steps towards Asp. He moved as though under a trance, as if her very words had compelled his stiffened joints to squeal and click into some semblence of life. The description was accurate enough, save for one fact; Macabre was very much alive. "You rang, oh watchful one?" he croaked.
Asphyxia? Hmmm, charming. With that as a name was pretty sure that she wasn’t the only one holding back at the moment. It didn’t bother her, it wasn’t any of her business, at the time. But she did seem kind of out of place, maybe she would have to know later on in her career but right now she would let sleeping cats lie. At the command for someone else to come out May wanted to look around in all directions to see who this other was but she also didn’t want to show her nervousness so she stayed calm and didn’t look over until the other hand made his way closer to them. What she saw didn’t help her mood much. What was this? The night of the living dead. Both of these two seemed to move strangely and she’d admit it(well not too their faces) that they gave her the creeps. Taking the chance now she took a slow step back from Asphyxia. <span style='color:9933ff'>“Do you two know each other?"</span> It was now that she wished that she had pulled a hoodie on. For she was wet and a little uncomfortable but what was really bothering her was the cold. She would put up with it for now, one reason being she didn’t want to go into the school in a group, which she now had to deal with. She didn’t know if these too could get around the same way she did. Then again the male had already gotten this close without her noticing and it had taken a while to see Asp, maybe she underestimated them. She was also a little happy to hear that Asp seemed to call everyone dear.
Asphyxia ran her tongue over her lips, and then her fangs. What was this? Another playmate? Oh, tonight was turning out wonderfully... so much fun was at her finger tips... That was what had drawn her to the academy in the first place; A seemling never ending supply of food and entertainment, as she liked to call it. But she always had to be careful who she chose to 'play' with, if her activities were dicovered by the staff she would be forced to abandon her nice little lair in the dormitories. And that wouldn't do at all... Asphyxia was drawing morbid glee from the fact she could smell the smallest trace of fear being emmited by this... this Kealar... She seemed to be controlling her emotions remarkably well. <span style='color:gray'>"No dearest... this is the first time I have met both of you..."</span> she purred. Asp flicked her tail suddenly, the skeletal appendage cracking through the air like a whip. She grabbed onto her tail, near the end. Asp held the strangely metallic tail-blade infront of her face, drawing her thumb over the razor sharp edge thoughtfully as she eyed the male. She found a sort of familiarity in his corpse-like appearance, all sharp angles and a painfully boney build. She cocked an eyebrow at his comment. <span style='color:gray'>"Watchful one?... You wouldn't happen to be mocking me dear?"</span> she murmured. Asphyxia continued to purposefully trace the edge of the blade with her thumb, even has she felt the skin split open and her strangely cool blood ooze from the self-inflicted laceration. Her eyes locked on Kealar as she stroked, spreading the dark red liquid over the blade. The tell tale aroma of blood wafted up to her sensitve nose, making her mouth water slightly. She licked her lips, her strange eyes now flicking back and forth between her two new playmates. This would be fun... Oh so much fun...
Macabre watched the droplets of blood ooze down the knife-life blade of her tail. His nostrils flared, taking in the heady scent. Oh, how he would love to taste that blood, to drink until his craving was sated. He was no vampire, but found blood to be oh so alluring. Oh, she was talking again. Dead eyes blinked slowly, still unable to tear themselves away from that fragrant crimson fluid. "Mock?" he repeated. "Not at all; you were watching me somehow. And I am no 'dear'." He fairly spat the last word. "I am Macabre." Finally, his eyes flickered away from their obssession, glancing momentarily at Asphyxia. Then, they bored holes in the other, the one who seemed to be an outsider at this little gathering, despite the fact that all were strangers before this night. She was afraid, that one, even if only a little. A slight grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Who is your...friend?..." The last word was held out, drawing into a low rumble that could be mistaken for a growl. Macabre stared at Kealar like one would stare at a choice cut of beef; with the mood he was in, she could very well end up as such before the night ended.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Character: Turmoil (like I have a choice XD) Wearing: Absolutely nothing. Not even his leg bracers. Form: quadruped </td></tr></table> The rain hit the already soaked fur of the black pendragon with hundreds of barely audible thuds. Every now and then a flash of light, accompanied by a roar of sound would break the illusion of stillness the night possesed. This was one of the few times he agreed with the voice in his head -the very same voice that had spurred him to disregard the curfew and take this nightly flight. It was a beautiful night, and as an added bonus, there was no one that could disturb him or force interaction upon him. It was completely silent, except for the rain and his own thoughts. Nirvana. Or something similar enough. That was, until now. Voices could be heard a bit down the courtyard. The conversation, while disturbing the peace and quit, was mighty interesting indeed. He was listening, but he held his distance. It had its price though; he could not see the people whom the voices belonged to, and he could only hear parts of what they said because of the rain and thunder. He did hear something that sounded like a growl though, or was it perhaps a spoken word? Had tension built so quickly? He would have tried to find out, but a faint smell of blood held him at his distance. If there was bloodshed, he best stay clear. But that smell had also spurred something within him, perhaps related to the voice, perhaps not. It attracted him, and it appalled him. Maybe he would try to get just a little closer...
May was starting to feel really uncomfortable in her situation, she was surrounded by the walking and talking and apparently breath dead. Couldn’t anyone stay in their grave anymore. But it seemed that wasn’t the thing, they only looked and moved like they were dead but they are not, maybe they were on drugs or something because this was just getting a little to strange for the school. Sure she heard all the stories but where were these dragons coming from? There should be rules about lurking in the courtyard after dark…oh wait, there were. She just didn’t follow them herself, so how could expect others two. She looked back and froth between the two of them, not wanting to take her eyes off either was them, she took a few steps back but the problem was she was starting to bring herself closer to the wall of the school, it was a few meters away now but if anything dangerous happen she wanted to have room to move, or run for that matter. <span style='color:9933ff'>“Hmmm, well it was nice meeting both of you but it getting pretty late out. Past my curfew, got some classes tomorrow. So if you don’t mind I think I might just head off to bed."</span> She knew it sounded lame but it was wroth the try. She had a few backup excuses, she was a spy after all. But she had a feeling that they wouldn’t let her off that easily. She really didn’t like the way Macabre looked at her. It was if he could see right through her or something.
Asphyxia released her tail, letting the bloody blade fall to the ground with a dull squish as it hit the soggy turf. Licking blood off her thumb, she chuckled. With a quick burst of speed she took one large step forward and grabbed Kealar's shoulder in a tight grip. <span style='color:gray'>"Oh...Don't leave so soon dearest, we only just met?" </span>she crooned in mock disappointment. She turned to Macabre, a rather unsettling smile plastered on her face, <span style='color:gray'>"It's pleasure to meet you Macabre. This is Kealar."</span> she purred, her grip tightening ever so slightly. Her talons pricked skin as she gave a tiny squeeze. Asp released her shoulder long enough to quickly circle behind Kealar, before her vice-like claws returned to her body, holding her firmly in place. Asp leaned forawrd ever so slightly, so her mouth was next to Kealar's right ear. <span style='color:gray'>"We can't have you running off when we all just got here... It would be rude...and we must always remember our social graces, shouldn't we dearest?"</span> she whispered, her dry breath carrying with it the sickly sweet smell of decaying flesh. The fetid smell wafted around Asphyxia like a cloud of death, and spread to Kealar, a scent that seemed to cling to ones nose and linger for hours afterward.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Once again, I apologize. Between the hurricanes, flooding, and a major brain fart, I was pretty busy. Oh, can't forget the ear infection.</td></tr></table> Macabre chuckled lowly, a thoroughly unpleasant sound. His eyes followed the bloodied tail blade until it hit the earth, then snapped up to the retreating Kealar. Who was no longer retreating, thanks to Asphyxia. "Kealar, you say?" he queried, waiting until Asp had effectively trapped the other 'dragon. Then, in one swift movement, he stepped uncomfortably, if not dangerously close to Kealar. The ashen pendragon clasped one of her hands in his, bringing it up to press a kiss to the back. "The pleasure is mine, I assure you." It was hard to tell who he was speaking to, with those lifeless eyes that never seemed to look anywhere. The scent of death that hovered around the trio was noxious, intoxicating to him. "And, as the Watchful One so eloquently put it, please stay for the party. It could be entertaining..." Another nasty chuckle. "If you insist, however, I suppose we could always escort you to your bed." Macabre glanced at Asphyxia with those final words. He was certain she would catch their double meaning; a corpse had but one bed, and if things progressed the way he'd like them to, they might just have one on their hands before the night ended.
Turmoil was making his way towards the voices, using every ounce of stealth his body could muster. One broken twig, one slip, and this would all be over. Deep in his subconscious, something repedeatly kicked the other parts of his mind, shouting "IDIOT!". It was quickly and expertly silenced, like so many times before. He could see the others now. Three of them. One female, one male, and one he could not quite classify from this distance. The male and unknown looked like walking corpses, like some horrible creatures held together only by means of magic. Maybe he should help the female, who was obviously in trouble, or perhaps join the two? His thoughts got no further, for the fatal error he had been trying to avoid with his whole self occurred. He slipped. It was so sudden. One second, he was standing there, hidden by the trees and the next, his paw slid of a rock he had been steadying himself on and he slammed his head into a tree while the rest of his body, cranium soon following, slid into view of the three. "I hate my life." The midnight black male muttered, clasping his head in his paws.
Maylina tensed up and she felt Asp hands press against her shoulder. It wasn’t just the fear that she would have to stay here longer but it was also the smell that she had brought with her. She had smelt dead things before and it was never very pleasurable. It would also have to be a smell she would have to lose before classes the next day. But for now what she needed to do was to try and keep these two busy so that there thoughts wouldn’t turn to nasty things to do to her. If they haven’t already. <span style='color:9933ff'>“You are quit right. I probably still have some time to hang around and chat."</span> When Macabre rose her hand to his lips she was disgusted. She had never let another male kiss her unless she was okay with it. But she guessed at this point it was out of her control. She would have to play along with them for a while, until she would be able to slip away. May had caught on to the false meaning behind helping her to her bed. And raised an eyebrow towards him and was about to say something but it was at that time that some seem to have run into a tree. She quickly turned to face the new comer. Braking free of the hold of Asp but not getting much future then that. She looked over the male ‘dragon who was now laying on the ground. It was hard to see any distinct features on him for the rain was still coming down hard and making it difficult to see. But he didn’t seem to be with these two. Maybe their attention would be dragged towards him. Sure she knew they weren’t the kindest thoughts but it meant a better chance of getting away for her. She decided not to be the one to make the first move towards the new comer. She was sure one of her new acquaintances would take the chance to pounce upon someone sprawled only feet away from them. She would wait for a while to see how things would play out then hopefully make her escape for this situation. Besides she was getting tried of standing in the rain.
Asphyxia smiled slowly at Macabre, fully understanding what he meant by his comment about escorting Kealar to bed... She resisted the urge laugh outright, that would only serve to scare her prey off, <span style='color:gray'>"-And we couldn't have that, now could we?"</span> she chuckled lowly as she finished her train of thought aloud, and slid behind Kealer. Asp wrapped her arms ariund Kealar's waist from behind, in what could almost be described as a loving embrace. She even went so far as to rest her chin on the female's shoulder, giving the gaunt 'dragon a prefect view of Kealar's right eye. <span style='color:gray'>"Don't mind me love."</span> she smiled sweetly. Diverting her gaze to the newest arrival, she adopted an expression of confused innocence. <span style='color:gray'>"What are you doing out here deary?" </span>she asked. <span style='color:gray'>"You could catch your death of cold..."</span> Or other things... Asphyxia's tiny smirk grew into a full-fledged grin as she felt the comforting weightless mass that was Kaiyaki slid from his position around her waist, to coil and swirl sinuously around Kealar's left leg. If the female was astute when in came to the paranormal, she might be able to sense the malicious spirit now that it came into direct contact with her body. Out of the corner of her eye she glanced at Macabre. Why hadn't she seen or heard of this... interesting fellow before? He was surely one she would remember if she had met him... She mentally sighed, she was far to uninvolved with the student populace of the school, it could prove to blow her cover in the future. She made a mental note-to-self to become more in-tune with the social ongoings in the school. Such a bountiful hunting ground was no good if she didn't understand the habits of her prey...
Those empty eyes narrowed, and Macabre twisted his top half around to see just who or what was disturbing them. Ah, shit. Another 'dragon, whose form was indescernable in the thick night. Maybe a friend of Kealar here? In was an unnatural and eerily serpentine movement, the ashen pendragon dropped their current victem's hand and slunk across the soggy ground. His gnarled, clawed hands closed around Turmoil's throat, not hard enough to choke, but certainly enough to get the general idea through his head; don't move, don't speak, and you might live. "Well well..." he growled lowly. "What have we here? A spy, perhaps? Dearest Kealar's lover? A nasty chuckle. "Or maybe you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time..."
