<font color='#810541'>D a y › 46 Q u a r t e r › Dyo Y e a r › 2 ---------------------------------------------- Yoh had had a break. His annoying computer chip in his head was now off for the time beging. He had come back to Follow Rain but decided to stop. Yoh dragged the equipment bag, full of weapons of all sorts, to the school field. he placed them on nest to a benched and sat down and waited for his student. He really wanted to teach agian like when he had with Diable; full effort of the both of them. He took out a sword and stood up. he would practice some while he waited</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Anezka looks around, and spots a 'dragon working out with some weapons. Well, this must be her class. The mouse-brown niotie was interested in learning how to fight, and this would be the perfect oportunity. Besides, she'd signed up for classes like this. She only hoped she was qualified. She walks up, though surely not too close, and sits to watch him, while she waited for any other students.</font>
<font color='#810541'>well hello.Who might you be child?" he picked up another sword and started to practice dual sword techniques "are you one of my student?</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="300" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" align="center"><tr><td> <p align="left"> <b style=color:#FFFFFF>S p e e c h[/b] › <b style=color:purple>"In parenthesis and bolded"[/b] <b style=color:#FFFFFF>T h o u g h t s[/b] › <font color=purple>Underlined</font> <b style=color:#FFFFFF>T e l e p a t h s[/b] › <font color=purple>{In brackets}</font> <b style=color:#FFFFFF>C h a r a c t e r[/b] › Rain Ali'Sacerii -------------- The familiar she 'dragon traipsed along the terra firma, though she was in quad demeanor she still looked as exquisite as if in bipedal. The days earlier literally taunted her soul, she had lost a good friend or at least that's what Rain thought. Luxuriant plume swayed about the atmosphere upon bedimmed rhythm, a childhood hymn which her father used to sing- femora had long forgotten the orals, but the significance of the song never ceased. It was a beautiful day, the empyreans were cerulean without a gray tainted cloud nor obstruction- she had just exited the academy from the main door and was padding through the grassy fields felicitously. But than, her gentle lavender oculus gravitated upon him... The masc, being Yoh- arg, how she'd try and shake off the atrocious memories... The ones that haunted her by night, causing her sleep to futile. He was busy and she didn't want to bother him, infact Rain made herself to believe that /she/ ruined his life... And... if he hadn't met her than the whole entire experience would have saved them both much heartache and despair. Femme leaned her spine and anthropoid appendages against a monolithic tree, the leaves sheathed an enigmatical nadir upon her diminutive alabaster configuration. A shiver ascended up her physic, causing her to tremble lightly. -------------- <b style=color:#FFFFFF>O O C[/b] › It's short because my brain fails to work with me XD </left> </tr></td></table></font>
<font color='#810541'>"i know you are there Rain..." he continued to practice but was heading in her direction while doing so. When  he the tree he stabed the swords into the bark and kissed her he wispered "i hope you dont mind Anezka" {Anezka practice with one of the swords} he kissed Rain more</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="300" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" align="center"><tr><td> <p align="left"> Her senses set into a disarray, quadrupeds tensed than emancipated- propelling her ten feet away from where the sword at jostled into the tree. Thus he never kissed her, for she had eluded away... Still thinking he was after her life- she had to keep living for her students, they were what brought her joy. The velvet piece of fabric upon her left forelimb was clearly visible; poison dappled needles, her only defense in a fight... Though it would be imprudent to try and kill Rain, she always prepared... Of cause femora wouldn't lay a malevolent hand upon Yoh... She didn't want to be kissed nor hugged, anything of that matter would make a shiver crawl up her spine. Rain was apprehensive about him touching her, for he still hadn't gained her entire trust back... And that wouldn't be easy despite her feelings of guilt. -------------- <b style=color:#FFFFFF>O O C[/b] › My RPs are going to be short and simple, due to a writers block XD </left> </tr></td></table></font>
<font color='#810541'>"what is with you Rain? are you still scared of my chip? i turned him off, thats what the brain damage was from" this time he just walked slowly and plainly up to he. Â he took a deep breath and took in her scent "you smell good" this time he raised his hand slowly and touched her face "are you still scared of me?"</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="300" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" align="center"><tr><td> <p align="left"> As he approached she backed up slowly, slightly stumbling but regaining her composure. Rain didn't answer him the first time, she was still trying to fit all the "pieces" in her mentality... Infact, femora 'dragon still didn't believe /everything/ he said- amany things perplexed her but it was all masqueraded behind a still, emotionless face. Auds swiveled about alabaster pericranium, soon laying flat against her delicately chiseled crania- in a saddened and frightened disposition she was. The gentle stroke across her cheek reminded her much of Yakoni; and how he loved her, her only family... She didn't say anything momentarily, pure reticent... Though feeling warm for once did help, her eyes were closed lightly and her neck was inclined toward the terra. It was habitual to keep her gaze elsewhere to avoid someone piercing through her soul. The soft yet soprano vocals finally reverberated from her larynx, escaping lingual cavity through parted eburnean jowls. Barely a whisper, only he could hear it for she was so silent... Rain would answer honestly from her heart, though short it may be it had much significance. <b style=color:purple>"I... don't know....... please... please promise you won't hurt me..."[/b] </left> </tr></td></table></font>
<font color='#810541'>he replied even quieter "i promise Rain that i will never do anything to harm you" he tryed yet again to kiss her in hope she would not repulse and fear him</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="300" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" align="center"><tr><td> <p align="left"> Glossy lavender optics gravitated toward his carious gaze, leveling, piercing into his soul. She didn't resent to him this time and soon after rested her crania upon his broad shoulder blade. Rain was still silent though her fear had subsided with his words; femora was glad that he was safe and back... With a soft whisper she replied. <b style=color:purple>"Why don't you... Proceed with teaching... I'll... watch..."[/b] </left> </tr></td></table></font>
<font color='#810541'>"sure...i'll show you the love that i second...you do know whos in first dont you? he pulled out his swords and lead her over to the benched. he kissed her and gave her a quick backrub before proceding back to his one student...and the ones he would go hard on for being late</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Anezka watches the fighting teacher walk away, leaving his weapons. He'd even told her to use the swords. ... That didn't seem safe, did it? The child shrugs, well, perhaps he taught by example. So, watching him go, she reaches out and picks up one of the swords in her right digitigrade paw. The first thing that struck her was how heavy it was. The hilt balanced it, but it was still straining her muscles. Not knowing what she was doing, she attempts to copy what she'd seen him doing before. Swing, thrust, down slice, up slice, twirl.. the twirl got away from her, and she dropped the weapon at her feet. Glancing around sheepishly, she reaches forward to pick it up again..</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="300" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" align="center"><tr><td> <p align="left"> Felicitous grin crinkled across eburnean jowls slightly as she sat upon the bench... watching... She found what he taught quite interesting, even though she knew practically nothing about it- infact upon watching the young nioti pick up the sword, Rain couldn't but be reminded of herself. With a delicate rolling of her shoulder blades, oculus gravitated toward the cerulean empyreans; a majestic day it was, seemingly perfect. Anyhow, if swords, matelic stars, and various other weapons started flying in her direction- Rain was sure enough to make her way back inside, least she'd get jabbed. -------------- <b style=color:#FFFFFF>O O C[/b] › Ah... Short and simple ^^; </left> </tr></td></table></font>
<font color='#810541'>"sorry for the wait Anezka, we can do hand to hand combat now if you want" he put his sword back in the bag and took out three fruit juices "who wants one?"</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: I dun think we have sodas.. That requires carbonation, so.. err.. fruit juices, instead? Wines are easy to make, too, but she's 900, and a lil' under age for that. *chuckles* ^^ \\ IC Anezka nods, <span style='color:#B69D85'>"Okay. I'm ready."</span> she watche shim put away the sword, and walks over to stand a few feet away from him.</font>
<font color='#810541'>"lets she how u fight, attack me how ever you like" he moved his feet into a counter/defence stance</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <font color="black" font size="1"> Rain traipsed down the bench and reclined upon svelte hackles on the terra- in her mentality the ground was so much more pleasant than any metallic or wooden bench. Lavender oculus bracketed with obsidian scrutinized the two 'dragons motion, taking a mental memorandum now and than. Gaze gravitated toward the earth, swiping her pedicle upward a diminutive alabaster flower sprouted from the ground and bloomed within seconds. Rain wasn't an elemental master but she could perform some amusing and perplexing tricks, most of which Solacia had taught her. As she rolled her neck lightly, her vertebrae made that eerie cracking intonation- it was faint however. As usual Yoh was teaching the students with swords; Rain could see the young femora was already having difficulty... Perhaps he should /teach/ her some moves, step by step... For a young nioti or any other individual is not just born knowing how to fight. Second of all he should have gave her a lighter sword, perhaps one a little more appropriate for her diminutive size. Rain had alot to say but she remained reticent for this wasn't her class, nor was she the teacher. </font></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>"you can join if you want Rain, ill give you both pointers after i see how you attack" Yoh keeped quickly switching sides of the defence stance as he waited for them to attack</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Anezka studies his stance, and seeing it was defence, she shakes her head, <span style='color:#B69D85'>"I usually fight defensively, I don't know how to really start a fight."</span> Okay, so that was a lie. But her starting a fight involved trickery, or waiting until the fellow young 'dragon turned their back on her, then she'd tackle. She also had to really be pissed, as well, because she'd never outright start a fight. Defending her honor was the major reason for her scraps. But he was both bigger than she, and waiting for her to attack. No room for a surprise attack.</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <font color="black" font size="1"> <b style=color:purple>"No.. No... It's ok..."[/b] Rain may have had alot of objections but she wasn't a fighter; infact she couldn't fight, her means of defense was usually quick, lethal, and involved little strength... Infact all she needed was her agility, and she could defiantly /kill/ a pendragon- though murdering was something she enjoyed. Shaking her crania lightly, femora 'dragon tried laboriously to free her mind from past events. She watched with some interest in what they were doing, though she would take no part in it. Her heart was in poisons and healing- for that was where her talent was. Her configuration shifted lightly as femora tried to get comfortable- it was odd today for she was rather quiet... Infact he face bared the taciturn, emotionless appeal -- perhaps her mind twas elsewhere? </font></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
