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<span style='font-family:verdana'>x</span><b style=color:#404040>[ Day ]</b> 50
<span style='font-family:verdana'>x</span><b style=color:#404040>[ Quarter ]</b> Tessera
<span style='font-family:verdana'>x</span><b style=color:#404040>[ Year ]</b> 81377 [2]

<span style='font-family:verdana'>x</span><b style=color:#404040>[ Speech ]</b> <b style=color:red>"In parenthesis & bolded"</b>
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<span style='font-family:verdana'>x</span><b style=color:#404040>[ Telepaths ]</b> <b style=color:red>{In brackets & bolded}</b>

<span style='font-family:verdana'>x</span><b style=color:#404040>[ Character ]</b> Rouge
<span style='font-family:verdana'>x</span><b style=color:#404040>[ Thread Type ]</b> Open RP (Free for all)



<span style="font-size:12px;color:red;font-family:tahoma">M</span>id afternoon this autumnal equinox, it was without demur, for the incinerating celestial inferno was suspended formidably within the azure empyreans. Not a ashen nor alabaster cloud could be espied obstructing the resplendent panorama. Yellow vemkh circumnavigated above the Janardan courtyard in flocks of hundreds; some of these diminutive song birds descended and leniently perched upon divergences which protruded off a multitudinal numeral of trees. Their melodious lyrics reverberated within the bustling atmosphere while niotis scampered across the monolithic fields, amusing themselves in imaginary adventures. Teenage 'dragons were dappled within the congregation; some in the cryptical obscurity of the shadows glaring than scrutinizing those whom passed their dominion -- a few vulgar orals exchanged now and than. As others perambulated idly, discussing various context in the luminosity of the astronomical day. Teachers were not inadequate this pleasant afternoon, for they could be seen lethargically meandering over the alluvium. The adults were either associating themselves with that of other scholars or admonishing misbehavior in several students.

Rouge -- the blind, mute, and deaf femora was traversing over the malachite grass. Today, perhaps, was beautiful to most... But this female 'dragon sonorously couldn't make out the antithesis from yesterday. Her senses of vibrations perceptive, yet she could only experience the sound resonance of the birds' hymns, a nioti's laughter, and the firm and baritone sonancy oscillations radiating from that of a male teacher. Feeling wasn't the same as hearing, seeing, and the gift of enunciation... Her remarkable senses of vibration could only get her so far in life, what she had a deprivation from just had to be forgotten. However, the way in which this femme managed to navigate through the crowds was amazing; unlike those whom were fortunate enough to have their senses still intact from birth, Rouge had the petentiality to "see" the heat which disseminated from other individuals of warm blood. Using this sense she could manifest an almost diagrammatic image in her mentality; that's how she managed to persevere within Janardan Academy... Besides the occasional colliding into a wall or object her brain could not apperceive, Rouge managed...

Reticent this female was, she never said anything, ever. Not a resonate was known to escape through her jowls... She could telepath of course; it was the lack of being able to speak which left her with above standard mental capabilities. Her petite configuration of merely one foot at the withers and two feet from the apex of her muzzle to that of her rump meandered through the courtyard, passing a congregation of teachers than a few of her own age. Empennage swayed about upon the bedimmed vibrations of the vicinity; crimson epidermis scintillating in the illuminated coruscation. Swung around her svelte shoulder blade was a diminutive mahogany knapsack... Habitual... Was it for her to carry this satchel wherever she went, regardless of what others told her, even if they were her teachers. She was 1 500 -- the least she needed was someone telling her where to go and when, what to do and how, and most of all she didn't need individuals to commiserate her, the femora had got enough sympathy in her petite lifespan.

Rouge had the independent and somewhat rebellious nature, she wasn't always like this however. She had gotten trounced earlier in the week by the typical gang of thugs whom seemed in a way to abominate her; hence the bandages around her forelimbs and peritoneum this convivial afternoon. Such persecution reminded her of her parents, thus her character sonorously was becoming more algid with each mistreatment from her peers. Not that Rouge had become a obdurate individual, she loved some pendragons, mostly her teachers and... Milal... The older masc she had met months ago, he in a way was her older brother. Yet she hadn't heard from him in what seemed infinity -- she had grown... The last time they met she had just turned 1 500; not that such context mattered. He was gone, just like everyone else in her life.

The femora 'dragon meandered beneath the encrypted nadir of a nearby tree; her petite physique reclined into that of a resting demeanor. Forepaws swaddled beneath her rib cage like that of an earthen house cat while her luxuriant plume encompassed around her hackles, providing some solace. Her obsidian mane variegated with pigmentations of a virtually imperceptible crimson was braided and ornamented with amany blooming flowers to numerous to cipher. Some tendrils of silken hair overlapped her left oculus, not obstructing her view by any means -- she couldn't physically see if one remembered... Those optics that Rouge possessed were a nebulous roseate, swirled with chromatisms of red and tinctures of alabaster which resembled the saturation of the fur on her underside. The expression across her facial complexion dispassionate; ebon whiskers which protruded from her muzzle, twitching with just the faint breeze. Rouge was rather depressed today... Not seeing Milal. Getting subservient the day before, her limbs and configuration sore. And to make matters disimprove she had descended from number one in her machina class to that of second, perhaps third. Her teacher telling her that she's lacking adherence and needs to endeavor laboriously in her studies if she deems to prevail on top of her adversaries. Such a thought made a bedridden expression crinkle across her jowls. Of course! Anyone could do better than her with the current machina technology, they could see... Use their visual perception to accommodate in constructing something extravagant. The femora was getting negative thoughts, wishing she never came to this academy... Desiderating that she should have remained a rouge and thief, perhaps even con artist. Who actually loved her? No one of course... Who could...
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<span style="font-size:12px;color:red;font-family:tahoma">C</span>restfallen in herself this female was without demur, she was to condemn for her despicable life, at least from her mental perspective. Desirous that a newfangled tomorrow would bring some commendable fortune were the adolescent thoughts of Rouge. The presents earlier of the one branded Fe'Shi was apperceived by this femora; from his monolithic dimensions she had assumed he was a male, but knew not that he was an intimidator or "bully" as many would imply using the modern context. The female didn't seemed impediment about the encompassing atmosphere but rather had segregated her mentality into a cryptic dimension of false reality. Rouge wasn't the type to indiscriminately meander over to a stranger and attempt in some form of colloquy, in not doing so, she'd save herself the humiliation.

Besides, who would find anything enthralling about her individuality? Atramentous oculars inanimately scrutinizing a realm of omission, Rouge had the courtyards like every other modicum of Janardan Academy diagrammed within her cerebrum; infact, she knew where the coppice was from here. The female 'dragon could dexterously glissade out of the school and never recrudesce, if the teachers dispatched individuals to traverse her, well such was ludicrous...  Assassins her parents employed were having a laborious duration of time attempting to find and annihilate her, what were the chances of some teachers perambulating about rummaging fruitlessly for a teleporting female with the proportions of an earthen house cat. However, Rouge was ambiguous as twas habitual — the actuality of her life was that in the past few quarters everything sonorously was falling apart in dissimilar directions, yet maybe this was a fallacious year... Perhaps matters would turn around for the recherche in her subsistence.

The crimson tendrils radiating from her epidermis ruffled leniently as the wind entwisted by; the vibrations encompassing her being were almost imperceptible... Something deleterious was coming or someone. It was a monolithic configuration accompanied by the clangorous frequency pulsation of foot steps that caused a shiver to ascend up the female's spine. He was coming, her oppressor, the one branded Blade... For all the tormenting Rouge took it was really eccentric to note that he still hadn't been permanently banished from the academy — or at least, even in the most diminutive iota punished in another way besides that of a detention. Miscalculating how imminent this individual was, Rouge tried to run but was caught short by the posterior of her neck; her petite physique made it impracticable to even inflict a modicum of infliction on the opposing. Milal had knocked Blade unconscious in the Library the first day which Rouge and him had met, quarters ago; yet since his expatriation, the she 'dragon was being condemned for the scar inflicted across Blade's ocular. Such a gash was supposedly caused by Blade being hurled against the wall by Milal than collapsing upon a book cart, the aciculate extremities of the curricle severing his facial complexion. The female, however, ceased to struggle for freedom... Dangling from the grasp of his massive pedicle, she didn't flinch, just remained reticent. Rouge had collided with the brink of her existence; he was going to make her bleed and she knew it. However, Blade wasn't out to murder the female... Simply agitate, tease, and lambaste her a few times — perhaps, leave her unconscious, only to have the teachers find her; and Rouge upon waking up, not having any recollection of the incident. That's how life was for her, sonorously there was nothing or anyone whom could change that.

<b style=color:red>{Blade! Get it over with already... Kill me while your at it, you bastard...}[/b]

It was before his first strike that the female teleported out of his grasps; delusive grin crinkled across her jowls as her configuration materialized behind him... Rouge was an intelligent femme, with her teleportation device in it's conclusive stage, she was free to teleport wherever she deemed. However, this intricate wristband of machina still had it's inferior glitches — things which would be fixed in due timing. As long as it didn't malfunction she had the advantage... Her configuration convoluted around his, barely missing a pedicle with extracted talons before teleporting to his periphery. She'd laugh if that were possible, the smile across her dahlia muzzle, however, expressed the amount of pleasure she was taking in this vexation... Her luck was shifting, atrocious again; with another teleportation the device experienced a disruption. That cringe of fear upon her muzzle was clearly evident as she managed to dodge his incoming strikes of acrimony only to get restrained to the alluvium by one of his henchmen. Her fun was over as he lunged back with all his strength, claws fully extracted ready to take his bittersweet revenge. Rouge's breathing acroamatic, oculus closed, she couldn't shift her body movements... The teleportation device bugged; she 'dragon bracing for the sensation of pain which her physical being awaited with apprehension. Blade mumbled some orals which the female couldn't hear, his vocals followed by a fit of mocking laughter...
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A male of cloudy cerulean paint lay in a patch o' sunlight with his eyes closed in a blissful moment of relaxation. His auditives were remained at attention and soon picked up on a commotion not too far from him. Milal opened his eyes and raised his head, glancing around. Navy splashed gaze was drawn to the scene quickly, and recognized with ease the male he had thrown into the wall a few months back protecting Rouge. The eyes narrowed down further, and Milal went to investigate.

Pawsteps of quietude escorted him towards the exhibition. Though he could not see who Blade was punishing, the victim's silence troubled him. It filled him with anxiety, and hoped what he thought wasn't true. But as he stepped forward, he saw that it was, and that Blade was harming Rouge. Her muteness disallowed her from crying out for help of any sort, though that could be her stubborness.

Milal stepped into the mess just as Blade was about administer a blow at Rouge. A threat fell from his muzzle with ease, addressing Blade. Insulting him was considered, but decided against despite the temptation.
<B><font color="#8E531A" size=0>"Do you really like that scar on your head so much that you decided to get another? I'd be glad to administer it, if you like."[/b]</font> His voice was lowered to a growl, backing up his threat, making sure that Blade knew he would do it.
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<span style="font-size:12px;color:red;font-family:tahoma">R</span>ouge was adamant, known to take abuse rather than abscond from it, such a characteristic surged within the veins of her family. Even though this female was the inferior in the crooked perspective of her kindred, not having been 'refined' nor seen by them since the age of 300 — she still was a Naifa, and the past few quarters, it was obvious to espy. If it hadn't been for her diminutive stature this she 'dragon had enough antagonism toward Blade and his assemblage to massacre them in the luminosity of the astronomical day. Such a characteristic, though she knew it or not, was that of her father — the assassin, a 'mastermind executioner' as her family would quote in a jocular manor.

Why she didn't simulcast a telepath through the encompassing vicinity to get help was evident; not that Rouge didn't have the capabilities of doing something in such context, she was well over the standard criterion when it came to telepathic proficiency for her age. She apprehend humiliation from her peers; and though she knew it or not, literally the totality of the school was knowledgeable she was getting in fights, but didn't really show any impediment. The academy also knew of her Naifa antiquity, some how it seeped out and Rouge was perplexed over those matters... There was a plentitude of adequate reasons to vanish. Since virtually everyone within these boundaries knew about her history and other related context — so did Rouge's assassins. She had nearly got assassinated here less than two weeks ago if she hadn't teleported to Chafuo.

The she 'dragon had her mentality designated while awaiting the supervened strike from Blade; first discretion of freedom, beaten or physically rational she was taking a leave. Perhaps she'd become a private student under a machina specialist or find her parents — that'd have to be decided after this current predicament was terminated, however. Than as the first blow was to be given; the temperature from another individual's endowment heat followed by the detection of his nervous system's electrical impulses thrusted Rouge back from the isolated vortex within her mentality to that of her physical subsistence and the current vexation. She didn't know that this individual was Milal; not having the ability of auditory and visual perception made it impractical to attempt and figure out who this pendragon was. The baritone frequency sound vibrations suggested he was male but not a modicum more. In her demeanor of mind, if this masc was kind enough to emancipate her from a beating the farther she'd get away from Swaraj... Rouge felt their conversation, but once again could not make out the most diminutive word.

<b style=color:red>Blade: "Ah... And so her savior comes, eh? Hate to break this to yah bud, but this goes alot deeper than this scar on my face and her little ass attempting to rise ontop of my girlfriend in machina... She's a Naifa? Bet you didn't know that... No one did until recently... Her father killed my parents... And... This is my revenge..."[/b]

It was the actuality of the matter, Rouge's father did kill Blade's parents but she had nothing to do with those matters... He didn't know, but her parents wanted her assassinated — the oblique reality. Blade responded to his growl with a profound sensation of acrimony; he lunged toward him, talons extracted, as the monolithic 'dragon attempted to maul Milal out of his way. Rouge espying her contingency for deliverance proceeded with a mercurial made up plan; with one svelte limb free from underneath the weight of the solitary male whom had impelled her to alluvium she was making her move. Blade's henchmen was preoccupied with the fight that be had become oblivious to the female's taciturn operativeness. Pulling a modicum dimensioned machina device from her onyx mane, the she 'dragon insinuated an ebony talon from one of her digits into a minuscule aperture in the mechanical apparatus causing it to activate. Expeditiously she lunged her pedicle with the contraption upon the pendragon's wrist, in a segmentation of a second the machine aggrandized than clinched down his paw to the terra firma. The appall caused him to abolish his weight from Rouge; quadrupeds astringed than emancipated, propelling her mid-air and into a liquidized run... She managed to get an equidistant to the forest only to realize she left a pendragon in a fight with Blade; there wasn't anything she could do, besides scrutinize... So Rouge in her eccentric ways watched from the cryptical obscurity of a nearby forest the warfare between Milal and Blade... The female, however, still had not an iota of evidence that the indivitual whom abetted her was Milal...
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Sorry it took a while to reply... I thought Kumo was going to reply first... I guess you guys were waiting for me *sly grin*

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It was the compendium of ebony talons from that of another masc's pedicle that caused the monolithic 'dragon to dehiscent his reptilian appendages and saltate over the opposing strike. Particles of alluvium ash ascended as Blade landed rigorously upon the terra alba; vertebrae masticated as his neck convoluted to the right and left in a habitual gesture. He had not even balked a duration of a second before quadrupeds propelled him midair; obsidian lamina appendages thrusted down, causing his mammoth configuration to escalate into the atmospheric velocity just above their craniums. The male pendragon's lithe empennage resembling that of the raptor species lashed in dissimilar directions in undeviating strokes. His mind flogged with malevolent intentions while an asymmetrical grin crinkled across the jowls of the 1 700 year old male. His name Blade — Blade Altaraxima, one of those detrimental individuals which were all too common within the Janardan Academy.

<b style=color:red>"Ha. Ha. Ha. Nice try... You see — I decided to have a little trade switch after you had the nerve to... gently... Throw me against the wall... Working on my fighting skills; and it's daily skirmishes like these that just help me improve..."[/b]​

A vindictive crackle escaped through asundered jowls; Blade was taking so much felicity in the two that he was oblivious to the vociferation of his yelling accomplice whom was currently clinched to the terra. Rouge had absconded and this obtuse bully didn't even notice. The male 'dragon was always more mouth than brawniness, despite his monolithic dimensions... Rouge was just an "apparent target" for, perhaps, all the bullies within the schooling boundaries.


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Through sightless oculus flogged emotions of the heart; anathematized, abandoned, repudiated, and obliterated this female felt... Though no one in her mental perspective sonorously cared; her temper descended, her mentality tranquil, though her heart was ordained on leaving... What laid in store beneath the cryptical obscurity of the bedimmed world she had the courage to face or so it seemed; her philosophy — no one loved her, no one would. Death was death... Life was life... There wasn't a difference between the two realms in her own adolescent perspective. Lithe configuration of dahlia and alabaster pigmentations convoluted around toward the initiation of the malachite forest; reticent steps upon the alluvium left diminutive impressions as her physique lethargically but surely began to dematerialized into the opaque shadows. No one cared. No one would.

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Milal nodded gratefully to the male before him, a smirk growing on his muzzle as he turned to Blade. He noticed Rouge's presence fading slowly away, but he would find her later. It was likely, he thought, that she didn't know it was him who had defended her, and that was why she was leaving. He could discern that much. It worried him a little that she left so suddenly when last time she had shown so much ferocity.
He realized he had to focus on Blade right now, or risk getting hurt, or killed. Milal seriously doubted Blade could get away with killing another student though. However, Adathiel's brother had pride too, and would hate the idea of being beaten by a thug like Blade. With a growing smirk, the lightly colored masc turned fully to Blade with a reply ready in mind, and his body ready for a fight.
<font color="#8E531A" size=0>"So by bullying 'dragons who can only defend themselves against you makes you stronger? You must not have been very strong to begin with."</font> he replied, trying to make Blade angry so he would make a mistake while fighting.
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Pride. This masc's downfall, his weakness, his main vulnerability. Monolithic reptilian appendages thrusted up and down, gravitating him above their craniums slightly and causing particles of dust and ash to ascend from the alluvium. A devious grin followed by than of a malevolent snicker, and finally the idiosyncratic expression managed to crinkle across his facial complexion. Ruggedly chiseled skull inclined over his shoulder, looking behind, only to find his supposed "associates" fleeing from the current predicament. Such a blemished sight that twas; indeed Blade was egotistic but not stupid — he was up against two individuals beyond his years and experience without any backup. Simply nothing. Fear aggravated within his vessels, though it showed not through the opaque masquerade of that impassionate smile. The male 'dragon of 1 600 years scrutinized the duo; but than, abruptly, it was the acidulous orals of Milal that caused this masc to grind his teeth in acrimony. Dare he mock him...?

"You —"​

Was the solitary vocal which reverberated from his larynx, the sentence not even complete when the monolithic 'dragon thrashed his appendages within the velocity causing his configuration to be lifted into the atmosphere vicinity as if preparing to attack. A gust of wind caught his wings, propelling him heavenward into the cerulean empyreans. He refrained from the fight out of fear, only to escape elsewhere and strike again when the chance was indiscreetly given. He was a coward behind the false masquerade of muscle, though it twas true, that his attitude was way beyond that of even his colossal physique.

The lenient sound of a youthful heartbeat, the ginger intonation of perambulating pedicles, and almost faint sonancy caused by the rising and lowering of one's peritoneum in rhythmical breathing were the only sounds which radiated from a female of only 1 500. The pelt of crimson which masqueraded her epidermis relatively silken, almost iridescent as she padded recently through the malachite forestry; though the alabaster bandages that entwisted around her petite configuration, distracted all attention from any beauty she perhaps possessed. Ebon tendrils streaked with scarlet descended upon the periphery of her neck. Her mane, like that of her father's — long and thick, with segmentations braided off. Yet like her mother her scales were silken, paws petite, muscles lean, and tail prehensile. She reflected her parents in appearances as well as personality, which twas a betwixt of the two as well as some of her own original nature mingled inbetween. Rebellious, daring, sinister, and easily angered were the not so fond characteristics of her parents which she acquired, though she twas not raised by them. The more sweet, friendly, polite, and honest fragments of her personality slowly decaying, vanishing like her once perfect world.

Rouge was an eccentric character, known to be one's friend than their enemy. What ever be it her flaws, they'd never change or so that's what amany say. Dulled claws extracted from diminutive paws, leaving modicum impressions upon the terra firma. Everything was nice and "dandy" as the female 'dragon continued onward, caring not where she was going nor what was to happen. It was the abrupt, sudden, unexpected colliding with a tree that caused the femme to shriek, almost in anger. She shook her crania vigorously, acrimony caused her to meltdown sometimes... Rouge couldn't quite sense /all/ the trees which were in the forest, meaning running into them was a common commodity. Colliding with walls and other like objects was fairly likely as well; leaping forward the female dug her talons into the tree, scrapping the bark and sharpening her claws tips at the same duration of time. Branches broke and gravitated lose, hurling in random directions though Rouge choose them not too. When angry she'd exasperate her telekinesis abilities as well as physical condition, it was her way of venting. Since screaming wasn't a real option she grasped, crying she wasn't fond of either now a days; the best way in her mentality to ease her self was in destruction. Sinister as it sounded, her father twas the same.

Upon a few minutes of mindless insanity the female relaxed, breathing heavily whilst muscles twitched. Her mind cycling as twas habitual, as if in her own isolated realm, away from the society.

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Milal watched as Blade took to the air, and smelled the fear rolling off him. A smirk rolled across his visage as the male flew off. Apparently Blade didn't think he could handle two pendragons. Fine with him, giving a mental shrug of indifference. His main concern had been Rouge anyway.

Thinking of Rouge made him glance around the vicinity, looking for the female, though he knew she hadn't come back after she ran into the trees. He turned to Fe'Shi and gave him a nod of thanks.
{ Thanks for your help. I'm sorry I can't stay, but I have to go find Rouge. } he said, his orals slightly apologetic. But he wasn't worried too much.

{ Rouge? Where'd you go? } he sent out a telepathic wave, reflecting his concern for her and her whereabouts. It swept the region, targeting for her mind. Hopefully she would hear him and reply, so he could find her. He started walking into the forest of trees, carefully skirting them. He put his nose against the ground and followed her trail, hoping she hadn't gone too far.
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Dahlia femora rolled her neck, abetting the slight sensation of pain that prickled her vertebrae; it twas a pity she had her mentality set upon listlessly journeying over Ramath-Lehi, she had been a rogue before and was destine to be one again despite what the encompassing world said. This femme could beg, con and steal — perhaps it flowed through her veins, though no one knew the integral actuality of the context. Feline like muscles rippled leniently beneath crimson epidermis, ascending this modicum creature upon diminutive pedicles which in turn traipsed her gingerly upon the alluvium. Tassel swayed slightly upon a bedimmed rhythm, she wasn't felicitous nor depressed... Infact Rouge's moods, emotions, and thoughts were known to shift like the ever-fluctuating winds that insinuated past her, rustling autumn's leaves which took on various pigmentations from scarlet, mauves, saffron, oranges, jades, and even chromatisms of violet. Onyx talons retracted into petite pedicles of feline value, whiskers twitching with every almost imperceptible vibration that normal pendragons were oblivious to... She was feeling, smelling, and scanning the entire vicinity fastidiously to avoid another collusion course with a tree or perhaps something worse...

Mahogany knapsack dangled idly from the strap which in turn was upon her svelte shoulder blades; a sigh escaped through parted jowls of the vernal femora as she thought. She didn't know why she felt the ways she did, her teachers assured her of a bright future yet at the same angle often advised her to drop her machina trades and take up sightless fighting or something that would abet her in life as a disabled individual. Didn't they see, she was normal, or she thought she was normal... Heck at the current duration of timing this feline-like pendragon was on the brink of utter bewilderment. Her past, the present, her family, the pressures, the bullying, acrimony, hate, fear, depression... It was too much, Rouge wanted one thing in her diminutive life — freedom from this atrocious world she started to abominate with an eccentric sense of inner passion. The youthful femora was already in the abysmal of the forest by the duration in which Blade departed leaving Milal and Fe'shi to do whatever pleased them... The thought of the individual standing up for her being Milal probably didn't chastise this female's analytical mentality, and even if it did she most likely thrusted it aside as she did all thoughts concerning... Others...

Her name... Or at least what was her "nickname" reverberated in the female's mentality; where did she go? Who on the planet yearned or needed to know such information? The thought of her teachers realizing she was gone so soon made a feeling of acrimony swell within her veins, however whom she thought it to be was completely inaccurate, mistaken, fallacious as always. In Rouge's mentality there was nothing she could do besides continue walking — teleporting, though probably her favorite option probably would be a futile attempt considering the device yet again failed her and was likely to glitch and only get her but a few feet at a time. Replying meant she'd give away her position... But oh how she yearned to give a "smart ass" answer to this individual's inquiry. Malevolent smirk crinkled across the crimson jowls of this feline like creature as she teleported a few feet in one direction than a few feet in the opposite, creating a zigzag like pattern in her locomotion. In addition she proceeded to rub the length of her lithe configuration against the bark of trees which were in themselves leading in directions she was going the contradictory of. Her intentions for teleporting were to cause those petite impressions left in the alluvium commonly referred to as "paw prints" to be balked... As if she had halted and than simply vanished. The act of leaving her scent upon the trees and other haphazard objects that were in the obverse direction was to deceive her tracker into thinking she was journeying in a completely paradoxical angle. To add, Rouge traveled down wind, making sure her scent wasn't to be picked up via the atmospheric velocity... The femora continued in this fashion of teleporting than rubbing, scratching trees, walking in different angles and than tracing her steps back — all of this was quite amusing in her eccentric mentality.

<font color="red">{Upwind. Downwind-
Vanishing. Reappearing-
Not a noise. Not a sight-
For your faulty senses to espy-
I find it a shame. A geniune pity-
For those who can't catch-
A crimson creature branded wity-
She uses only her mind-
To play this little game-
A game she proudly calls-
You lose and I win}</font>

Was the mocking telepath of the female 'dragon; little did she know whom she was actually speaking with.

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