<blockquote><blockquote><font color=gray>out of character Current Day: 39 Current Quarter: Dyo (Spring) Current Year: 81379 Howdy. This may turn out interesting, who knows? That's right, Harper has some tricks up her sleeve. That doesn't mean this is going to be super plotty. Just that some things said or heard in this thread could... influence things later. Also, remember that this happens before Winger and Koani's interaction. ;] in character Silver smoke curled into the air with the implied laziness that only a quiet breeze could instill, shifting the exhaled particles higher every second. And yet the air seemed to maintain the gray, as if it couldn't let even the slightest bit escape that space beneath the bleachers. For there was an owner to the twisting coils of anti-air, who defiantly pressed the cigarette to his lips once more, taking a puff with the determined - yet infinitely lazy - flourish of someone well accustomed to smoking. And those determined charcoal fingers also lowered so that the end of the cig' was periliously close to brushing the tips of the grass beneath them, as if daring the sparks to start a fire. They didn't. Reveri shifted his position and slumped more comfortably against the supporting pole behind him. No one was around, because it was getting late. All of the teams and individuals had packed up their gear earlier to avoid the true dark that was to come. For tonight, there was just that feeling in the air. A tremor or foreboding of things to come. Dark things that would shake the air out of a beast if he stayed out too late. Then again, that was more of a spooky tale to keep kiddos inside after bedtime than truth. So he had always believed, anyway. Silvent was not easily frightened, especially not by fairy tales. Either he was tougher than the truth or he would die. Whichever way it happened, that was the intention of the gods, so he was content enough to satisfy their bloodlust. Yawning, the student pulled his smoke up to take another drag, quite bored with the night. So far, it was pretty quiet. Where was the doom and lightning that the evening had promised? So far, he hadn't seen it. And it was getting too dark to read the biology book propped casually against his cargo-pants covered knee. With a lax shrug of one shoulder, Rev' continued his meaningless thoughts. It was just another boring night under the bleachers... perhaps.
.:Out of Character:. :D Heeeeeeeere's Silleh! .:In Character:. Nimble paws thudded heavily against the ground, the sounds curiously muted in the still near-dark atmosphere. The owner of those paws moved swiftly over the groomed turf of the field, head bent low and tongue lolling out slightly between pearly canine. Dusky wings were partily open at her sides, working hand-in-hand with her tail to help her keep her balance as she smoothly glided over the terra-firma. Muscles contracted and warped under the thick fur of her body, tense and almost painfully hot as she slowed from a full-blow gallop to a more relaxed lope. The evening air still carried with it the distinct smell of the last class to use the area; sweat and the subtle under-current of adreneline tainting the breeze. There were other smells to be investigated as well, such as the distinct fear-smell being given off from an unseen rodent in her vicinety, or the faint, but still sinus-tickling scent of nicotine. Someone out for a smoke, or perhaps just a brief puff from someone nearer to the buildings, the smoke wafting in her direction on the soon-to-be-night air. A deep breath dispelled the latter theory; the smell was far too strong to originate that far off. Marked ears flicked and swivelled independantly as Arymaia began following her nose, slowly but steadily tracking her way towards a set of bleachers rimming the field. Unconciously her body shifted into stalking mode, her frame hugging the ground closely and her paws making not a whisper as they passed over the ground. It was just like hunting a harok. Except the harok was potentially twice her size and had a pack of cigarettes. Arym found herself poking her nose through the space between the bleacher benches, sniffing at the thick air trapped beneath them. Her eyes squinted slightly as they adjusted to the different amount of light, ears pointed forward in a curious expression. "What are you doing under here?"
