<font color='#810541'>D a y :: 46 Q u a r t e r :: Dyo Y e a r :: 2 only other char allowed in is Rain ------------------------------- Yoh looked around to see if anyone was around in the same clearing that was a short walk from the school. he let out his breath in relief that no one was there. he carryed his large amount of Dylpamgasul of various colors and a small bag. He lied down on the highest branch of the tree in the center of the clearing  and hide his gifts behind the leafs. he rested his head on the branch and waited until his 'frriend' would arrive</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"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma"><b style=color:#404040>S p e e c h[/b] › <b style=color:purple>"In parenthesis and bolded"[/b] <b style=color:#404040>T h o u g h t s[/b] › <font color=purple>Underlined</font> <b style=color:#404040>T e l e p a t h s[/b] › <font color=purple>{In brackets}</font> <b style=color:#404040>C h a r a c t e r[/b] › Rain Ali'Sacerii *runs into cubicle* Ello Jon! *attacks him* :P Femora 'dragon of achromatic chromatism perambulated upon terra firma, she had just left through the principal entrance of the Janardan Academy. Yoh had given Rain word to meet him outside- pupils of obsidian twas centered within a natatorium of amethyst, her optics were scrutinizing every detail of the surrounding acreage. She never missed a solitary minutia when looking for someone or something; it was Odista's training that had taught this femme 'dragon to look for the most diminutive and inconspicuous objects. And alas to her laborious efforts one's flame embellished tail came into view- but not just any conflagration plume... It was Yoh's without demur in Rain's analytical mentality. With an ethereal sigh she padded forth, delicately chiseled shoulder blades rose and lowered with every reticent stride. Femme didn't want to be noticed for the sheer purpose of sneaking up on him in a playful demeanor. Why he had invited her here, outside, perplexed Rain -- and she knew not the atmosphere was so peculiar... abnormal... warm...? Yoh had gained her trust despite various incidents, both of which had their hardships and felicitous moments. He was without doubt, close to her heart and she cared for him deeply- even to the degree she'd protect him with her life, which twas habitual of Rain when close alliances were formed. Slowly femora came to the base of the tree- unnoticed and taciturn. Her quadrupeds tensed than emancipated, propelling lithe configuration up the side of the trunk nearly ten feet- the entire time her motions were reticent. Metallic talons protruded from petite pedicles, piercing into the majestic tree's bark as she climbed dexterously up the periphery. Rain came to a larger branch, she leaped upon it and than sprang to the next, as Yoh's entire physic came into view her motions literally lingered to a slow, stalking pace. She tried her best not to let out a soprano laugh and efficiently crawled up behind him, with a delicate motion she gently laid on top of him and put her paws around his eyes in a playful gesture. <font color=purple>{Guess who cutie!}</font> She had often called him "cutie" in her mentality- her words reverberated in his nous, as if trying to make it as hard as possible for her character to be noticed. Though, he didn't hear her voice -- for she telepathed. Luxuriant plume entwisted with bands of purpure swayed about idly upon bedimmed rhythm. Rain was finding this quite amusing... </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>Yoh reached up and felt her hand "cutie, thats a new one...lets she, small soft hands, calls me 'cutie' and is the only one that knew i was here hmmmmm this is hard" he laugh softly "Rain!" he turned around to see her. "i guese i guesed right...i got something for you" Yoh took out the bundle of Dylpamgasul and the small bag "hope you like them"</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"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">I don't know what's in the bag... So have Yoh open it for her, kay? XD I may have some typos ^^; I'm fixing them... It was futile, femora could be noticed by him even if she was soaring altitudinously within the celestial empyreans- he'd spot her in a crowd of bustling pendragons for all she knew. So as he turned to face her she kissed him affectionately and than laid upon the capacious branch; femme's pedicles and luxuriant plume suspended idly off the periphery, dangling within the atmosphere as she glanced at him with lavender oculus. Her attention diverted toward the star scintillating abyss, it twas getting late... The majority of the diurnal students were asleep, infact probably only a select few at Janardan Academy were nocturnal. Rain- was neither, femme never slept much... Maybe a few hours a day, less than five was archetypal. As Yoh pulled out the flowers, she didn't know what to think- Rain cocked an eye brow momentarily but soon regained her composure. With her diminutive pedicles she grasped the flowers and the bag gently; ah, femme 'dragon adored flora... nature... Anything related to such matters... Onyx muzzle inhaled the saccharine aroma, a loving asymmetrical grin crinkled across her alabaster jowls as she was about to open the satchel. But... Rain couldn't, she hadn't be showered with this many gifts since she was merely a young nioti under the protective and loving care of her adoptive father, Yakoni. A solitary crystalline tear trickled down the periphery of her achromatic cheek, not out of a desolated essentiality but rather a pure captivated one. Amethyst dappled auds flattened upon alabaster pericranium before giving Yoh the bag back. She arose upon diminutive pedicles and crawled over to his periphery, femora than reclined upon silken hackles- her crania rested upon his heruclean shoulder. Yes, cutie was odd for Rain... At least saying it to Yoh was a first timer... She had a whole array of nicknames for him from "Blood-blade dragon" to "Hunny". Though this she 'dragon wasn't always open about how she felt, alot of her emotions were obscured behind a delicate masquerade. She felt for him and honestly loved him, but was very hesitant about getting close... Though she already was close, it was all perplexing and bewildering on her behalf- she didn't want him to get hurt because of her... In a way Yoh made her feel complete, though he probably wouldn't find that out -- at least not abruptly. Femme had the flowers laid infront of their paws, and the bag she had already given to Yoh... <b style=color:purple>"Glauta ygam es vyj na... Es fyolp naum ulys sy na, Iyh..."[/b] Rain still didn't have a clue what was inside of it- all she could do was hypnotize over what laid within the engimatically nadir of the obsidian satchel. Plume swayed about idly before entwisted around his, femora didn't know how or why she got so attached to him- he was practically on her mentality every moment of the day... Though little knew that, she worried about him -- for various matters. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>Yoh opened the bag "you like it?" the ball contained a semi-small crystal-like sphere. In the center were to two small pendragons. if you looked closly they were Yoh and Rain. also if you looked even closer you could tell they were moving and doing various thing. he handed it to her</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"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma"> A blithesome grin crinkled across her exquisite facial complexion upon espying the gift, diminutive pedicle reached forward and she held the crystalline sphere within her paws... Of course Rain liked it, she rarely did get gifts- except from maybe Solacia and a few others, yet this had more meaning in a way. Femora 'dragon had lifted her delicately chiseled crania from his shoulder upon receiving the circular orb- auds erected over her alabaster pericranium as she looked down at the terra far below. It was a reticent night, not another soul twas near the velocity; though Rain was within a tree she could still see fragmentations of the celestials through the desolated cracks in the canopy. It was beautiful... <b style=color:purple>"Yv kyojta E leca es, telli! Hah...... Iyh.... Fhi'p... Iyo das na shata devst? My yma jaulli kujap nokh uryos dassemd na umishemd tgakeul ravyja... Es qots nucat na... fympaj..."[/b] Rain was being playful at the first point in her colloquy, but than she in a way melted. The perplexing question in her mentality was why? Why he cared enough to get her something and meet her here despite how late it was. Did he deeply care about her? Femora 'dragon let out yet another ethereal sigh as gaze wavered about the atmosphere, glancing at him with affectionate optics when he wasn't looking. It was funny to note that their friendship all began with her little "accident", ramming into his side during one of his fighting classes... Of course she was practicing her acrobatics, though they weren't always the best- she'd have to perfect her skills. And from there on out it was like an earthen roller coaster, but she /always/ came running back to him regardless of what happened. She nudged his shoulder lightly and began to brush his mane to the side of his face- it was habitual. With a sly grin, the thought struck her- she'd push him off... Just in a playful manor.... He surely wouldn't get hurt? Femora contemplated over pushing Yoh off, as peculiar as it may have seemed- it might get him to loosen up some... </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>Yoh feel but for some reason he did not try to stop himself from slamming hard into the ground. Yoh opened his hands. he held his pair of the spheres perfectly unharmed. he then jumped up to where Rain was and sat down agian. "there pairs, it tells you what the other is doing. it also shows your emotion for the other" he kissed her on the lips. as he did so both Yohs in the spheres kissed the Rains "see?"</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"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">Femora didn't push Yoh to the terra below, but was rather contemplating if she should- he seemed in a way tense, though maybe Rain's mentality twas mistaken. As kissed her she wrapped her forelimbs around the back of his neck and than rested her crania upon his peritoneum. The she 'dragon just wanted to be... close to him... Lavender oculus gravitated toward the spheres, they were cute- Yoh was sweet in her mind, though she had one throbbing question... Did he love her? Not the femora's beauty but her personality, her soul, her being... Of course she wouldn't say anything, how she felt remained masqueraded beneath the cryptical nadir of her soul. Rain for once would speak in English; it was senseless talking in Ramathian when he was replying in the modern language. Her colloquy would be simple for she was laboriously trying to just keep things to herself which was seemingly futile. If she spoke more than needed she might end up saying... describing... her emotions... <b style=color:purple>"Yes... I... see..."[/b] He didn't answer her question, it was as if he was convoluting the conversation around it. Futile... Rain would just stop here and try to get a hold of herself. The she 'dragon lifted her crania from his chest and rubbed her head lightly with her right pedicle, she glanced upon the flowers than the spheres in which Yoh gave her. Oh how she'd like to jump down from the tree and run back inside the isolation of her temporary dorm, fall back on her bed and try to forget her feelings which boiled up inside. In a way Rain was running away from her emotions rather than Yoh- she did love him... Yes... She did... </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>"i got them because i thought you would like them Rain..." he pulled her into yet another kiss "i truly love you Rain, your soul, your personality, those weird little names you think up...i love everything about you" he hugged her he took a deep breath "and your sweet scent..."</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"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">Femora wasn't expecting his response, and she defiantly stood surprised and slightly dunce. As he yet again pulled her into another kiss she entwisted her right limb around his shoulder and with her left pedicle she stroked his cheek than skimmed his mane to the periphery of his facial complexion. Rain's crania resided upon his peritoneum again- for once she was feeling a sense of security, simply because he was so close. It was true that he had acquired quite a few eccentric brandings from her, it was because she was so fond of him and loved him... <b style=color:purple>"Sh... I love you hun... I love you........ Heh... I smell good eh?"[/b] Why she called him "hun", it was short for hunny, which in her mentality suited his darling personality well. As for her smelling "good", oh she heard that alot... Naturally Rain always had a saccharine fragrance about her, one of flowers and vanilla... Her left pedicle trickled down his face and to his shoulder, metallic talons retracted so all that could be felt was the silken fur from her configuration. Rain was a diminutive pendragon, sleeker and shorter than him- but average in height as with the majority of femoras. Anthropoid appendages flickered idly as the wind rustled past them, soon after atramentous grey clouds obscured the obsidian empyreans... The scintillating stars and crescent moon which twas suspended in the abyss were now enshrouded behind an opaque veil of enigmatical nadir. Rain droplets soon fell, gingerly... But than the storm grew more violent, as lightning illuminated the skies in flashes of brilliant coruscation, the thunder vibrated the earth with it's baritone intonations and the rain poured mercilessly while the winds liquidized rapidly. <b style=color:purple>"I'll race yah inside!"[/b] A soprano laugh reverberated from her larynx, escaping lingual cavity through parted jowls. She gently placed her gifts into her habitual mahogany knapsack before leaping down from the tree, landing upon the terra alba reticently. Her pace liquidized into an expeditious run across the monolithic field of lofty grass and flora- Rain was a precipitate runner and had much endurance. She chose not to simply teleport, for that was no fun... And dashing in the rain in her mentality was a rather energizing sport. Adrenaline flowed through her veins as her speed kept getting faster until she hit the brink of her limits- femora was closing in on the Janardan Entrance... </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>"did i forget i loved the races too? he jumped after her and was so full of energy from being with her and her calling him 'hun' and said she loved him. he was so full of energy he was hardly touching the ground as he raced after her. He finally cought up with her but was a bit behind"i really should make a nickname for you Rain hmmmm..." he taped her on bother of her shoulders and took the lead</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"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma"> She laughed lightly as she ran toward the entrance, her configuration tensed in and emancipated outward like an earthen cheetah. Amethyst dappled auds flattened upon alabaster pericranium as he passed her, Rain pushed herself forward and sprang five feet ahead before regaining her previous dash- she was right beside his periphery now. Translucent anthropoid appendages twas tightly plait along her lithe spine, the Janardan Entrance was so close she could have literally collided into the monolithic wooden aperture. Abruptly femme pulled her configuration back and shoved her fore pedicles forward, Rain balked precisely inches from the principal doors. She gasped for air and than began to reply to what he had said while they running. <b style=color:purple>"The races too? Heh... Hun... If you don't have anywhere to stay tonight... My friend Roxy got me a temporary dorm here... You can stay with me... That is if you have don't have a room yourself."[/b] Femora 'dragon glimpsed at the doors and pushed them open with her telepathic powers- both of them were clearly soaked from the storm which raged. Delicately she leaped in, her motions reticent... The gentle lowering and rising of her svelte shoulder blades brought her forth upon the cobalt marble floorings. Her stride was a lethargic yet exquisite canter; Rain was awaiting Yoh to walk along her periphery... Her room was on the second sub level with the other teachers' dorms- the intricate halls were desolated and faintly lit giving the school an eerie atmosphere... Though she didn't feel wary nor afraid, Yoh was here and he made her feel secure. Plume wavered about the velocity upon a bedimmed rhythm as she padded lightly to the stairs. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>"my room doesnt have a bed yet...i havent even been in it yet orr moved it. I usually sleep in the tree you meet me at tonight but i would rather sleep in your room if thats fine with you" he then went around a coner and shook out his wet self . he teaported back holding a towel "want a towel...Deary?"</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"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma"><b style=color:purple>"Oh... Ok... Well I don't want you staying out in the storm... My room is on the second sublevel; and the number is #127B. Heh..."[/b] Rain balked momentarily and knelt down upon silken hackles, her wings extended commodiously to give her balance while she held her lithe configuration straight with her right fore paw. Her legs started to lengthen and get sleeker as femora shifted from quad to an bipedal demeanor- doing a solitary back flip she landed upon her hind legs. Even though she had morphed, the femme 'dragon was still wet -- soaked without demur. Rain stood rather exquisitely but she wasn't taller than Yoh- she was five foot, six inches from head to toe, respectively. Cloaking her lean configuration was a strapless ivorn blouse and a denim mini skirt, she was a "cutie" despite the fact she was dripping wet from the storm. Rain's obsidian hair descended down her svelte shoulder blades and past her waist, in the dim emanation one could barely espy the atramentous amethyst streaks which radiated through the tendrils of her hair. As Yoh gave her a towel and called her "deary", femora stood in slight shock... No one gave /her/ a nickname before- she looked him than the towel and padded over infront of his physic. With her towel she wiped his face off dexterously and kissed his cheek lovingly... Rain than attempted to desiccant herself fruitlessly, she'd change and dry off when she got to her room- so drying off now really didn't matter. <b style=color:purple>"Where'd you get the towels from?"[/b] It was a perplexing question in her mentality, but she soon flogged it aside, femme perambulated down the stairs lethargically; her right pedicle skimmed across the handle bars. She was coming down to the second sublevel, her cubicle would be down the intricate halls to the right, left than another right. Femme paused in the middle of the stairs and awaited Yoh's company; lavender oculus bracketed with onyx gravitated about the obscurity. While waiting for him she reclined upon the step she was once standing on and got a tie out of her knapsack, with her pedicles she tied her hair up into a earthen "pony tail" just to get it out of her face. Reaching in her velvet satchel she grasped one of the crystalline spheres he gave her- a felicitous grin crinkled across her muzzle as she scrutinized it with an peculiar sense of passion. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>"My step-daughter, she has a lot so i think she wouldnÂ’t mind" he streched out and stood on his hind legs. He ran to catch up with her and did flip right over her and skid to a stop as he almost fell over but caught himself "we there yet?" he went back to her and started walked along side her</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"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">The orals "step-daughter" reverberated in Rain's analytical mentality, though she didn't give much thought to it. Taking the orb he gave her she put it back into her mahogany satchel and arose from her sitting demeanor. The she 'dragon held his hand contentedly and padded down the stairs at a lethargic pace... Plume swayed about idly upon bedimmed adolescent rhythm while lavender oculus rimmed with onyx diverted toward him with a loving gaze. Soprano orals reverberated from her larynx in colloquy, and her duo vocals escaped lingual cavity through parted jowls -- inquiring. <b style=color:purple>"Step-daughter....?"[/b] Rain didn't say much of anything but just held his hand and continued down the cobalt stair case- soon the sub level flooring came into view. Femora was slightly cold and the glacial temperatures within the unit didn't alleviate her any- a shiver ascended up her spine but she proceeded un-phased. Perhaps Yoh was married before and didn't tell her? That didn't matter though, it wasn't as if she needed to scrutinize his past... Rain's past was still cloaked beneath a masquerade of enigmatically nadir, atrocious memories mingled along with felicitous ones. But it a way it slight agitated her, though as twas habitual it never showed... She still loved and cared for him, and that wasn't going to change. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>"well more adopted, me and one of my 'friends' who is more of an enemy now are her step-dads... we use too take turns talking care of her. He found her when she was a child, but thats before he..." Yoh trailed off "Betrayed me...is there a problem Rain?</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"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">A disheartened expression embraced her vernal facial complexion as femora continued to perambulated along his periphery. The halls was desolated and the atmosphere was spectral, bizarre, and in a way frightening- Rain never enjoyed being in places which were dark and isolated for something always atrocious would happen... The habitual result would be her almost getting killed, she had lost count after being nearly assassinated over fifty times. But that was besides the point, Rain never had any kids of her own; neither did she adopt any... The truth was she had always yearned for a son or daughter, perhaps both. Alas after 3 600 years she was settling down, it would be futile for her to turn 4 000, 5 000, so forth, and still not have a stable home. Maybe she'd have her chance to be mother- Rain was retiring from being a missionary and taking on the lethargic lifestyle of a full time teacher. She'd have more time on her hands and would not be so rushed and stressed out... Infact the eburnean femora was buying an humble estate not far from the Janardan Academy- ah... She could dapple with her various poisons in her free time and give "Maga" the care and attention he deserved... Maga was her pet qereniath, she'd warn Yoh about him before they'd enter her dorm... Obsidian pupils centered within pool of amethyst chromatism descended upon the beryl flooring; she was thinking about what to say, Rain had to be truthful... One way or another, despite the challenges he'd probably find out- everything about her. <b style=color:purple>"No.... It's just... That I always wanted to have a few kids of my own... It's nothing important though."[/b] Plume wavered about upon cryptical rhythm as she convoluted her lithe configuration to the right, she began to walk through the isles of dorms... None of these were hers, Rain's cubicle was deeper in the sub level. The she 'dragon was pondering on how to change the subject, she didn't want to concern him with her fantasies, thoughts, and such. <b style=color:purple>"Do you like Qereniaths...? Because I have one. Lil Maga... He's quite a jealous guy though, despite his small stature he'll growl and try and attack anything or anyone who gets close to me... My room is coming up soon and he's inside. Tell yah want I'll do... I'll take Maga and lock him in my closet- than you can come in... Heh... But don't worry... Once he gets to know you, he'll loosen up... eventually..."[/b] The she 'dragon walked forward, glancing upon the various numbered panels. Her room would be the first at the next right turn- she could finally dry off and get warm... Rain was still damp and freezing; infact femme felt as if she was in Dhruv of some other cold region of Ramath-Lehi. Her svelte, lithe, configuration wasn't made for the cold... Yoh probably already knew that, however. Soon enough she took another right turn, leaning against the marble wall she dug through her various things in her knapsack till finally she managed to find her keys. Rain opened the door slowly and a the diminutive crania of Maga seeped through the crack- femora sighed and picked him up in her arms. Immediately upon seeing Yoh- Maga began to growl, bare his teeth and throw a whole fuss while trying to get out of Rain's grasp. She pushed the door fully open with her back to reveal a neatly organized room- two beryl couches were in the middle, behind them were several bookshelves with various books on poisons. Most of the books were written by Rain herself- to the right was her bedroom, bathroom, and closet... To the left was her rather large office, the Messer half of her little dorm- paperwork, test tubes and various materials were scattered upon her sierra desk. Infact her office had shelves build within all the walls, each shelf had toxins which were bottled, labeled and placed into intricate catigories... However, Yoh didn't need to be looking at what she did... for a living... Still holding Maga she closed the office door, looking to Yoh, a felicitous grin was across her muzzle... Rain wasn't as innocent as she seemed, but she wasn't a sinister pendragon either -- just a lethal poison brewer, well known among the underground society... Though few knew that and she'd like to keep it that way. <b style=color:purple>"Um... Change of plans... Hunny, you can come in... I'll hold Maga and lock him... somewhere.... Ah yes... and... Can you please shut the front door for me?"[/b] </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>"sure but i at least want to see the little bugger and him see me before you try to lock him up. he coundnt do any harm anyway, i am a fighting teacher Rain he rolled his eyes and kissed her. "so where is he anyway?" he looked around the room to see him and noticed she was very organized unlike himself</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"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma"><b style=color:purple>"Yeah... I know... Maga don't bite now sweetie..."[/b] Rain was still holding him close to her peritoneum, hind pedicle stepped forward and she gently put Maga into Yoh's paws. He was a diminutive little creature, Maga saffron oculus gravitated toward Yoh and he growled slightly. However, he didn't bite nor try and run away- Maga just scrutinized every detail of Yoh's being, somewhat approving of his existence. Rain perambulated to her room, leaving Maga in Yoh's care momentarily; she was still wet and the glacial temperatures within her cubicle alleviated her none. Taking a towel she dried off her lithe configuration and pulled her damp hair from the pony tail, so that it flowed past her svelte shoulders blades once more. While Maga was still glaring at Yoh, Rain sheathed her wet clothes and wrung them out over the sink. She than put on an achromatic night gown which masqueraded her sleek physic beautifully, the ethereal straps fell down the periphery of her inclined shoulders. The fabric was somewhat translucent yet felt like silk to the touch, embellished along the him on the bottom were several flowers and winged anthropoids which resembled earthen butterflies. Plume wavered about idly upon bedimmed rhythm as femora 'dragon padded out of her room and accompanied Yoh. <b style=color:purple>"I'm surprised he hasn't bit you yet... Maga did bite Solacia... Blade... Josie... Shadow... Heh... Anyhow hun, do you want something to drink or eat?"[/b] Rain rubbed her arm with her right pedicle, exquisite oculus of amethyst chromatism gravitated about the room. She had a kitchen in the left corner of the living room, there were two bar stools pulled up to the kitchen counter- nothing really sumptuous. Rain usually didn't have guests, an exceptional few... Most of which were dead now, except Solacia. As eerie and spooky that was, her dorm had a rather peaceful atmosphere. The she 'dragon pulled the right strap to her gown back on her shoulder blade and awaited his answer... Rain didn't have any meat only fruits and vegetables, she was a vegetarian. Femora despised eating meat and usually didn't like being around individuals when they were eating it, however little knew and it never showed upon her sonorously emotionless face. Rain had various fruits which took on all the colors of the visible spectrum- they were piled in a basket on the kitchen's obsidian marble counter. Femme didn't eat much, infact she never found time to actually enjoy an extravagant meal- she'd grab a fruit and head out. Though Rain was vowing to change all that; with her new house and job, everything would work out "ok" -- or at least that's what she thought. Ah her new house, she hadn't moved into it yet... But eburnean femora did look forward to moving out of her cramped dorm- so she'd probably start packing within a week's timing.... A felicitous grin crinkled across alabaster jowls as the she 'dragon glanced upon Yoh and Maga- surprisingly there was no more fussing nor growling, which was truly odd with Maga's overall protective and jealous nature. Maga never bit nor harmed Rain in anyway, he was a good little fellow despite the fact he was always trying to "protect" her from others. Of course, if anyone hurt Maga they'd hurt Rain- but Yoh probably already assumed that. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
