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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 20:51:11 GMT -5
nah it is
i've written much better things this month //rip//
but theres that one thing that's worse than that lol
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2017 20:53:51 GMT -5
oh hush u, none of your writing is bad
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 20:54:26 GMT -5
i'll fITE you cause that starter was trashyyyyyyyy
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2017 21:00:02 GMT -5
PSSSH it was not Palace Guards -- The palace was a beautiful place. It held an elegant air to it as if it were a monarch itself. Its age was obvious in many places yet the palace stood tall and proud, an all seeing piece of architect that had seen many, many generations. It had seen worship and praise, war and bloodshed, births and deaths. It had seen a lot in its many centuries of housing all things mythical. Despite all of this it stood tall as if nothing could ever bring it down.
Curled atop the highest point of the palace was a shimmering white-scaled dragon. The beast was small-framed and not all that heavy for if it was too heavy the palace would come crumbling down underneath its weight. The serpent was in a half-awake half-asleep daze, its brilliant blue eyes narrowed into tired slits. The large maw of the creature parted open, its forked tongue slipping outward as a yawn escaped the beast. It curled its long tail tighter around itself as it lay there, a protective guardian of the palace. While it looked lazy and tired, the creature could very well spring forward in defense should it feel like its home was being threatened. But right now the dragon saw no need to waste its energy.
Down below were the stationed guards. Most were mages with an abundance of fighting skills that relied on strength more than magic, but a few were noticeable to be elves or even orcs.
One of the elves was the first to notice the approaching humanoid. With a tall and poised stature, the elf seemed ready for anything. "Halt," the guard called in a deep feminine voice. "What is your business here?" She asked in a tone as firm as the ground under their feet. There were no royal visitors on the guest list as far as the guard knew. This somebody had to be a random visitor - perhaps just a nobody coming from the town to beg for something or another from the Winters family.
Up above the dragon raised its head somewhat to peer down below. It huffed, eyeing the scene outside the palace doors. A low rumble came from the serpent, a very faint call to alert the guards to be fully alert. Even if it was one person at the gate, no telling what could go wrong.
Noticing what was going on, a few more guards stepped forward. They all stayed behind the one questioning the newcomer, but it was obvious they all meant business if something happened. |
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 21:19:04 GMT -5
okay but hear me out
it wasAkela Rose  The camera had to come next time. The place was honestly too beautiful not to photograph, and he didn't want to miss the opportunity. It was well built considering it was still here and didn't seem to have had too much work done to it. He noted the creature mounted at the highest point and took a second to admire it. Oh yes, he definitely had to bring his camera next time. That is, if there was a next time.
Focusing back on the point of this visit Akela drank in the movements before him. Most, if not all, were of guards from various backgrounds. Elves, orcs, humans that he could only assume were mages considering who's property he was on right now. Well, it was certainly well guarded. More so than his last trip here, but that'd been over a year ago. Then again, several family members had died in that past couple of years. Guarding the grounds was important, and left it up to assumption that there was a higher amount of protection inside. For Spirits' sake, they had a dragon out here - how often did they actually need a dragon? If they had a dragon out here, what was kept inside? Was it more dangerous? Surely it was, or that would be just a tad disappointing.
A voice interrupted his thoughts, but he complied. Dark brown, seemingly black, eyes locked onto the source of the noise - an elven guard, by the looks of it. Akela had expected to be stopped, though he'd expected it at least a minute earlier. It didn't take long for his presence to be questioned, and he had an answer already prepared. However, there was a moment's paused as his gaze darted to the beast atop the palace as it let out some sort of call, then back to the guard he was meant to be answering. "I was hoping to find out about learning magic from some of the best. If they'll have me, that is." Unlike in his larger wolf form, his voice was smooth, generally soothing and mid-pitched, but a bit on the higher side today. Over the phone, many mistook him for either gender. In person, it was much easier to make a guess despite how they were wrong regardless. They could at least guess at how he was presenting in person. | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2017 21:46:30 GMT -5
i will fight u on thisPalace Guards -- Over the last year the palace had upgraded its guarding system. Not only was it well protected on the outside, but on the inside as well. Guards would walk down the halls at all times of the day and night. There were always at least five gryphons on watch as well, the majestic beasts well trained to attack when called. They typically stayed by the side of the guard they had bonded to on the day they hatched, but a few could be found patrolling the halls and gardens by themselves. The white dragon atop the palace had a sibling that typically stayed in the courtyard that lay behind the palace. The sibling was an off white color, almost cream in hue, with darker points of cream as if it were a Siamese cat. They were both well trained creatures just as the gryphons were, but the dragons were not bonded to a particular person. Instead, they were bonded to the palace as a whole. Anybody who threatened the building would be promptly attacked by the slender serpents.
But right now the dragons were not needed. The guards could handle this for the time being.
While being heavily dressed in armor, the guard's facial features were visible through their headwear. The elf narrowed her eyes that flashed with a violet hue - eye colors unnatural in humans were natural in elven genetics. Suspicion flashed in those purple depths she possessed. "You wished to be trained in magic?" She questioned, basically repeating the newcomer's phrase. The elf subtly motioned for a fellow guard to walk closer.
This guard was a lighter dressed mage, his stance just as guarded as his elf companion. "Sir Hrald, do you believe the intentions of this newcomer are genuine?"
The mage took a long look at Akela, assessing every point of the werewolf. After a long and terse moment of silence, the mage nodded his head. "I see no reason to disregard this request."
The female guard took a moment of silence for herself. After a moment she gestured for Akela to follow her. "Very well. You have our permission to enter the palace. You will be escorted by South Chaser. One wrong move and she will have you decapitated before you even know it." As if on cue and as if she knew she was needed, a beautiful gryphon parted her way through the gathered guards and dipped her head to her master. The creature was not the typical gryphon - half lion and half eagle - instead, she was a beautiful mixture of a tigress and raven. Her oil-black feathers sparkled in the sunlight as she leaned forward to sniff at Akela. Her tail twitched in unfamiliarity, but if her master thought of this foreigner acceptable, then she would as well. For now.
"Take this young woman inside." That was all the elf guard had to say. It seemed as if something unsaid passed between master and creature, South Chaser giving an odd combination of a purr and a caw. The orange and black hybrid then reverted back to a serious pose as she nudged Akela forward and began padding toward the palace. Parting her sharp beak she gave a gruff call, a signal that, if understood, basically meant for her to be followed.
i think im gonna go ahead and call it a night ;w; i have to wake up hella early so ah
after this week i should be no longer busy so i can role-play more than i have been these past few days<3
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 22:00:25 GMT -5
//phone didn't go ofFFFFFF
gnight!!
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 22:19:21 GMT -5
Akela Rose Akela was a good liar - he had to be. Anything he did in town now seemed to include lying, so he just got good at it. He personally found that the trick was believing in his own lie. If he thought it to be true, then he would exude nothing but confidence, leaving others to believe him as well. The other trick also seemed to be not using complete lies. This new situation was a prime example. Yes, the werewolf was interested in learning magic, but he already knew most of what he needed to know. While the other forms were interesting, rune magic was the only one he truly needed. It the only one he was truly interested in, but it was still magic. Thusly, this wasn't a total lie.
Just most of it.
As he waited, he settled for taking in the features of the guard in front of him. Gorgeous eyes... He'd been envious of other species in that aspect - werewolves were rather close to humans genetically, especially when it came down to physical appearance. Thusly, they didn't get to experience unique eye colors such as the elf. Although, he wondered if purples and the like were common among other species. Such a question would have to be reserved for class. Right now, he had a job.
As the guard essentially repeated him, the lupine nodded once. Soon enough there was a second guard before him, and he turned his attention to the newcomer. Then the waiting game started. All that was needed was a positive response that would grant access to the inner palace. That was all he needed, and he received it. As the mage essentially approved him for entrance, the were turned brown eyes back to the elf, nodding to her words. "Understood."
It wasn't long before he was looking at a gryphon, a first for him. Sure, he'd seen pictures, but never one in person. And South Chaser? South Chaser was unique, proudly displaying raven feathers and tiger stripes. 'Of all the days I decide to take the camera out of my bag...' he thought. If this weren't such a serious situation and he was alone, he probably would've been pouting like a child at the thought. Sadly, he didn't have such a luxury right now. Instead, he listened to the guard instruct the gryphon. Woman. Ha, if only she knew.
With a nudge forward, Akela came back into focus just in time to hear the creatures call. Nodding, he took to following South Chaser. Well, it was a good thing he was somewhat well versed - if it sounded like an animal, he'd probably get the gist of it. Besides, this was just pure context. | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 24, 2017 19:02:48 GMT -5
 South Chaser -- So far the half bird, half tiger had no reason to suspect the foreigner walking alongside her. South Chaser did catch whiff of an odd odor, one that seemed canine in nature, but the gryphon merely shrugged it off. If this person had come from the town then the scent of dogs would be upon them. Dogs were very common after all. South Chaser had run into a few in her lifetime. They were decent creatures, but she much preferred hanging with her own species.
A low hum emanated from the gryphon as she walked on. It was like some sort of calming device, a way to de-stress the area around her. She wasn't stressed at all, but she enjoyed the sounds of her hums quite a bit. She thought of them as wonderful music and it made the bird inside of her exceedingly happy.
After a few minutes of walking, South Chaser halted at a large door. She parted her beak, let out a sharp caw, then reached forward and used her beak to expertly open the door. Gryphons were never held back by doors. Inside the large and elegant room were three beings - two mages and a large gryphon. South Chaser made her way over to the gryphon, a large male with the head of a kingfisher and the body of an ocelot. Nestled close to one another, both gryphons then turned to the two mages in the room, both very elegant women with wavy red hair. The older woman was none other than Archmage Rowena alongside her loyal gryphon Summer Dance - South Chaser's mate as well. On the other side of Archmage Rowena was her very own daughter Ceridwen Winters.
"You must be the one wondering about training. Come, take a seat. We can discuss this if you are ready," Archmage Rowena Winters murmured in a soft voice. Despite being gentle, her words were firm, confident, strong. Such a powerful, yet light, voice made even South Chaser feel the need to obey the woman and she wasn't even bonded to Rowena. |
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Post by Myst on Jul 24, 2017 21:08:49 GMT -5
Akela Rose In all reality, the werewolf had forgotten about masking her scent as she typically did when she started a job. It was a simple thing to do, but it was just time-consuming. He would've done it, really he would've, but after waking up with just barely enough time to get in the shower... Well, it just didn't seem too important. Besides, he was thinking about adopting a dog anyway, and it wasn't like anybody could just assume he didn't already have one. So if he smelled like one? Well, it'd be a quick fix.
South Chaser's hums caused Akela to sneak a glance at the creature. Interesting... Yes, this year's final project had to be done on gryphons. There was no way he could simply pass up such a chance to learn about them, especially the ones that appeared atypical from what was typically illustrated. What parts of the world did they come from? Or were they specially bred to look such a way? Did the raven-tiger variation have minutely different mannerisms compared to the eagle-lion variation? 'Focus, Akela. You're on break and in the middle of a job - this isn't the time to be thinking of final projects.'
It didn't take long before the lupine was pausing just behind the gryphon at a door which was easily opened. The door itself had been well crafted, but outside of that, he didn't know much about architecture. As South Chaser made her way to the other gryphon - another beautiful specimen - Akela took a couple steps into the room before stopping once more. The room was probably the size of his living room and kitchen combined, and his house wasn't particularly small. Everything about it was as elegant as he could only ever dream of being, and just like the outside, would be great for a bit of photography. Maybe not on its own, but likely with a model. Or, he could try a bit of perspective work... Yeah, perspective work would be great in this room.
After his few seconds of admiration had passed, they started once more and chocolate optics turned towards the women in the room. The archmage in the flesh, oh what a day it was. He'd always thought that if he saw her in person it would be due to a contract against her. Ah, but this was not the case - starting today, he was here for the other red head. Ceridwen, was it? Sounded right. Still, he would admit that both the mages were breath taking.
Her voice was just as captivating. Gentle, yet so commanding. 'Mom would've liked her... Well, if circumstances had been better, but still.' Akela nodded, the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly in a smile as he did as told with a murmured 'thank you'. | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 24, 2017 21:31:40 GMT -5
petition for akela to get his own gryphon Ceridwen Winters -- Usually when somebody new came through her mother's doors in search of learning magic, Ceridwen gave them one quick look and then never thought of them again. How many people had she done that to so far? Nine now? Whoever this was would be her tenth, or somewhere in that range. Ceridwen never had much patience for people unlike her mother. Rowena, for some odd reason, was a people person. She loved everybody no matter what. In her past she had even been known to give a helping hand to witches. Witches of all people. They were quite possibly the bitter rival of mages all over. Even still Rowena was strong. She had bonded with a gryphon at a young age, something unheard of really. When bonding with a gryphon many did it when they were in their late twenties or even early forties, but stories told of Rowena bonding with Summer Dance at the young age of eight. Ceridwen believed this story; seeing how close her mother and the creature was just so happened to be all the evidence Ceridwen had ever needed. At times she wished she could bond with a gryphon herself, but if it were to happen it would happen in the next few years - Ceridwen was only around twenty-two after all. She had time yet to bond with one of the creatures. Perhaps South Chaser and Summer Dance would be due for another brood by the time Ceridwen was old enough for her own bondmate. The two gryphons had produced very fine chicks in their lifetime.
Her mother's voice snapped Ceridwen out of her thoughts. A smile was placed upon the archmage's face. "Care for anything to drink, dear? We have a wide variety here." Rowena gave a quick glance to what could be a future subject here at her palace. "You're obviously here to learn about magic. Do you have a chosen element you would like to pursue? What has interested you in the abilities of a mage?" Even while she was being courteous to her guest she was still as efficient as ever - getting right down to the business of it all.
Ceridwen pulled her gaze away from her mother. She peeked a glance to the newcomer. Like stated before Ceridwen never really payed much mind to newcomers and all that, but something caught her attention about the young woman - or so she believed the foreigner was a woman. Almost instantly the mage felt her face grow warm as a sudden flame of attraction crackled through her. Typically Ceridwen had found rugged warriors to be attractive, somebody who looked like they could take even her down in a physical fight. And while there seemed to be strength in the body of the newcomer, Ceridwen saw mostly a silent elegance to the wanna-be mage. Even though she looked feminine, there was a harshness to her that certainly caught Ceridwen's eye. This newcomer was something Ceridwen had never really seen before here in the palace or out in the town. Before she could stop herself a simple question slipped from her lips.
"What's your name?"
The inquiry was so simple. But the redhead found herself jerking back as if she boiling water had just been thrown into her face. What's getting into you, Ceri? She snapped at herself as she tried to recollect herself. You can't just let yourself get all crazy over somebody you've just met. It was true that Ceridwen mostly found people attractive in the sexual sense and could care less about any romantic aspects, but that didn't mean she couldn't feel romantic attraction as well. While there was no romantic attraction and mostly just physical attraction, Ceridwen could already feel herself wanting to find out more about this dress wearing beauty that stood before her and her mother. |
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Post by Myst on Jul 24, 2017 21:37:06 GMT -5
yES GIVE HIM A GRYPHON
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 24, 2017 21:38:23 GMT -5
HE WILL GET ONE
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Post by Myst on Jul 24, 2017 21:39:34 GMT -5
YESSSSSSSS
tbh he'll be like 'uh no cannot am werewolf not safe no pls can't handle nO
but then he'll look at it and just 'omg it's cute yes protecc'
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 24, 2017 21:42:50 GMT -5
omg yes im laughing poor akela
give him a thousand hugs and the cuddliest gryphon
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Post by Myst on Jul 24, 2017 21:44:08 GMT -5
YES
he'll just 'what if I shift and scare it away tho'
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 24, 2017 21:45:33 GMT -5
the gryphon wouldn't care it would love akela no matter what form
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Post by Myst on Jul 24, 2017 21:51:11 GMT -5
oh no that's too precious my heART
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 24, 2017 21:52:21 GMT -5
akela and gryphon bffs
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Post by Myst on Jul 24, 2017 21:55:55 GMT -5
Akela Rose Akela never really knew how people learned magic from others considering he'd taught himself everything he knew. In all honesty, he wasn't sure how others learned magic at all. For most werewolves, rune magic came like second nature. Mages, obviously, were simply gifted with the ability to learn whatever magic type the chose along with several others and elves were just about the same. Vampires specialized in blood and shadow magic. So, how did humans learn magic? How did species that weren't genetically predisposed to a type of magic learn magic? Did they learn magic? Would he even be able to learn anything? As far as he knew, he could really only do rune magic. Then again, there were a few books he'd failed to look at...
Rowena's voice derailed his train of thought and he was brought back to the present. Right - he was sitting with the archmage and her daughter. It was in his best interest to keep full attention on the conversation at hand. "No, thank you," was the first response. He simply wasn't thirsty and had a terrible habit of chugging his drinks. It wasn't on purpose, but if it tasted good, he typically didn't put it down until it was gone. As for the other two questions... "I would like to learn ice magic. Magic runs in my family, but my parents passed before they could teach me anything. After that, I never quite had the time to pursue learning anything until now."
Again, not a total lie. His parents had never gotten the chance to teach him because he hadn't been of proper age. However, he'd had tons of time to learn. All the time dedicated to protecting land that under all technicalities he didn't own could've gone towards learning magic. All the time he spent fulfilling contracts could've gone towards learning spells or new runes. All the time he spent simply doing nothing at home for what little time the universe granted could've been used to learn anything. Well, maybe not that last one - self-care was still a little important to him.
Ceridwen's voice managed to catch him a bit off guard, but not by much. Gaze flickering over to her, there was a split second where the werewolf was admiring her imagine all over again. And yes, he knew the wasn't the time, but he couldn't help it. It was her eyes that really got him - the poor thing was a sucker for green eyes. But she'd asked a question, and this seriously wasn't the time. "I'm sorry - I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Akela Rose," he answered smoothly, looking at both women in turn. | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Myst on Jul 24, 2017 21:56:12 GMT -5
yassssss
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 24, 2017 22:13:27 GMT -5
Ceridwen Winters -- Ceridwen instantly noticed her mother's expression turn from warm leader to a saddened caretaker. It was obvious she felt for the newcomer when he spoke about his parents and their passing when their child had been young. The older woman pursed her lips and walked closer to Akela, obviously wanting to do something to cheer the potential mage up. "I am very sorry to hear that. May your parents find peace with the Spirits they communed with." Rowena was a very open-minded person. She knew of many different Spirits and their names throughout many different cultures and races. She had tried teaching her daughter to be more open-minded as well, but Ceridwen really didn't care about all that. She would much rather stick to her own set of gods.
Rowena changed her expression to match that of keen interest when the moment of sorrow drifted off like a cloud. Her green eyes grew alight with the warmth of motherly love. She looked over to her daughter. Ceridwen felt herself narrow her eyes ever so slightly. What did her mother have up her sleeves?
"You are interested in mastering the magic of ice? Interesting," Rowena mused. She turned her gaze to look behind her where a large window gave way to the world outside. It was such a fine day...the sun was out, the sky was blue...wonderful. "Ice is one of the hardest elements to control. If you have ambition then you will master the ice element, and I for one have faith that you can do that, but of course," the archmage paused for a moment and gestured toward her daughter, "you will need a mentor to show you the ropes. My very own daughter here, Ceridwen, is an exceptional wielder of ice. Should you both accept the roles as mentor and apprentice then your training can soon begin."
As soon as her mother suggested that she, Ceridwen, train this newcomer herself the redhead felt her throat clench. She turned to look at the foreigner - Akela was his name - and felt that flame of attraction claw against her chest once more. She breathed in deeply, not wanting to come off as excited to get to know the attractive Akela more, especially when her mother was sure to expect a response of disgust. Ceridwen had never been one to teach others, and when she did try she was harsh and impatient. But of course her mother had to have the idea of pairing Ceridwen up with somebody she would love to get physical with.
Despite the response her mother was more likely expecting, Ceridwen nodded her consent. "I will train Akela in the ways of ice magic. She," Ceridwen had no idea she was getting Akela's current pronoun wrong, "will become a well trained mage by the time we're done." The ice mage's words were firm. She knew what she wanted and knew what she was capable of. Training Akela would be simple as long as her attraction kept at a distance. |
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Post by Myst on Jul 24, 2017 22:39:00 GMT -5
Akela Rose While he hadn't really meant anything by it, he realized what it could do to the feel of the conversation. He'd already grown used to the fact that he would no longer be able to see his parents, and he was mostly okay with it. Hell, he was turning twenty-one soon, there was no reason why his mourning should've extended this long. Well, save for the fact that he was likely scared for life after losing his parents at seven, but that was beside the point and irrelevant to the conversation. Still, the lupine realized that it would likely bring up some sort of grief within himself, and it did, but also pity from the other two in the room. Pity wasn't something he handled well as it actually angered him if provided in large enough doses.
So, as Rowena came closer, Akela tensed up before he even realized what was happening. He waited for the apology, the look that people gave him whenever his parents were mentioned. The apology came, but it wasn't the typical one. It wasn't the 'I'm so sorry for your loss' or the vague 'I'm sure they're in a better place now' and there wasn't the exact look to match. In a way, she looked like she understood. There was a moment where he just sat there, watching and waiting for what he'd become accustomed to. When it never came, the tension fled his muscles and a soft sigh escaped him. "Thank you." was just about all he could muster. There was no reason to think on it - not right now.
The conversation quickly carried on, and for the time being, the most the werewolf could do was listen to the exchange. He followed the Archmage's gaze to and out the window. It was a wonderful day, really. If it wasn't, well... That would've just sucked. But it was and he couldn't ask for better weather. As the woman continued to speak of just how hard it was to learn ice magic, the genderfluid lupine could only nod slightly. Currently, he was the most stubborn person he knew, though tied with a certain red head. If he wanted to do something, he was going to do it. End of story.
Looking to Ceridwen once more, he bit his bottom lip slightly. Her as his mentor? That would make it even easier to get close to her. They'd have to be physically close and with the time they'd end up spending together, well it was inevitable, really. Of course, it all relied on whether or not she'd take him on. For the second time in a much too short time frame, Akela was left to play the waiting game. Luckily, it didn't take long and an answer was received.
A deep breath, another moment, then a voiced confirmation. Wonderful! Releasing his lip, a full smile took his features now. Even the missed pronoun couldn't make it falter. He'd correct her... later. Meaning whenever the hell he felt comfortable actually telling her. Or when he presented the other way. Whichever came first. "I'll do whatever I can to match both of your expectations." Sure, this was all a farce, but what was he if not a try hard? | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2017 20:23:17 GMT -5
Ceridwen Winters -- A part of Ceridwen was calling her out on how stupid she was being. She couldn't be a mentor! She didn't want to have to deal with some novice mage that wouldn't be able to tell the difference between an ice blast and an ice gust. Ceridwen had been hard enough on her own mentor as it was; she hadn't learned anything on how to be a good teacher. Yet here she was, actively agreeing to be a mentor to some newcomer. Had she even seen this woman around the town at all? Ceridwen only knew the newcomer's name - Akela Rose. A beautiful name for a beautiful mage-in-training, but Ceridwen couldn't train somebody based on their name alone. Seriously, what had she been thinking?
Yet there was another part, a more prominent part, that was ecstatic to become a mentor. This part of her was mostly based around the fact that Akela was very attractive. What could Ceridwen say? She was a sucker for brown eyes.
Before Ceridwen could speak up, Rowena found her voice. "I have much faith in your abilities, Akela Rose. As I try to accomplish with every apprentice, I will check in on your training every two weeks. As Archmage I try my best to see how my new students are coming along." She even did that when her own daughter was in training. Ceridwen could vividly remember all the times her mother had scolded her for back talking to her mentor or skipping a scheduled practice to do no telling what. Sometimes Ceridwen had skipped just to sleep the day away, but she had still passed. She had passed and had easily become one of the best known mages in the palace if not the town as well. It was nice being known - it meant she got to have her way a lot of the times. And by that she meant she got to sweet talk some people into giving her discounts on something like a coffee or shirt because she was Ceridwen Winters, future archmage of the mage world.
Placing a hand on her hip and forming that typical smirk of sass, Ceridwen finally put in her own comments. "Alright, training will start at eight in the morning, no sooner and no later.." Ceridwen enjoyed sleeping in, she really did, but she was starting to already take this mentoring job more seriously than she thought she would. "How about I take you to where you'll be staying? I can go over some rules on the way," the redhead pointed out with that sassy smirk still placed upon her lips. She wasn't going to go easy on Akela, and Ceridwen wanted him to know just that. |
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 20:26:21 GMT -5
gunna give Akela thicc thighs cause thicc thighs save lives lolz this is who i am as a person??? shoot me
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2017 20:34:06 GMT -5
omg im laughing yesss nice thighs
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 20:35:51 GMT -5
Like tbh I live for nice thighs?? Nice legs in general for like no reason
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2017 20:36:43 GMT -5
yesss do it ceri is gonna die because of those thighs ;D
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 20:44:30 GMT -5
Akela Rose Since there seemed to be a momentary halt in conversation, the werewolf took the chance to really take in his targets features. Red hair with perfect waves, green eyes that he probably wouldn't mind getting lost in, and to top it all off, freckles. If there were two things he was a sucker for, it was green eyes and freckles. He'd be damned if he didn't admit she was cute because - no. No, no, no. Ceridwen, his next assassination target, was in no way cute. She was a too stubborn, highly entitled mage who may or may not deserve what would soon be coming to her. He couldn't let himself be swayed by any sorry of growing attraction that was more than likely fleeting.
Dispelling the thoughts as quickly as possible, Akela decided to think about what this all meant. He'd definitely end up actually trying to learn something, otherwise, none of this would work. And who knew, maybe he'd be good at it. When it came down to it, he was a great student. Paid attention, great memory, and above average application and execution of learned concepts. Of course, he made mistakes just like everyone else, but the only thing he truly had going for him was the fact that through his entire life, he'd been an honor student. He'd made Dean's List both of his completed years of college, and was well on his way to doing the same this year.
Unless this fell through. Then he wouldn't be making anything because he'd be dead.
Thankfully, Rowena's voice interrupted his thoughts for the second time that day and pulled his attention to herself. The lupine thought it kind of sweet that she would try to check in as frequently as she said, though he found it mostly practical. There was no use in keeping him around if there was no progress being made. Nodding a bit in acknowledgment, his gaze turned back to Ceridwen.
Her smirk, to him anyway, was seemingly a sign of a challenge. That this wouldn't be easy. He hadn't expected it to be and was thusly prepared to struggle. Ah, but eight in the morning, hm? Sounded good to him - it was later than he was used to starting anything, but it'd honestly be a blessing. "Understood," Akela replied as he stood up, straightening his dress a bit. However, her next set of words came from left field. Well, at least to him they did. Stay? No, that wouldn't work. New places never went over well with him, and quite frankly, he hadn't prepared for it. No clothes, no necessities, no headphones. Nothing - he had nothing. Yet, he didn't let it show, simply nodding after a moment of letting the idea settle in his mind, as distasteful as it currently was. "Sounds good." | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 20:45:06 GMT -5
Yesssssss but it'll be fine caUSE THICC THIGHS SAVE LIVES
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