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Post by danceinflames on Jun 19, 2006 16:34:51 GMT -5
Cloral crouched down in the mud, resting a bit and peering at her surroundings from dark fiery red bangs. Her long red hair was so thouroughly soaked that it looked almost burgandy in its darkness. She wore ripped up jeans and a tank top, it was a bit chilly here and she rubbed her arms for warmth, trying to circulate the blood....in didn't work that wall, it only succeded in making her hands hurt. She stood again, ready to continue her search for the boat, she peered into the gloomy mists, searching....searching.
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Post by danceinflames on Jun 21, 2006 11:18:42 GMT -5
Cloral's feathers were ruffled in the chilly wind...and not as the expression, two 14 feet long wings sprouted from her shoulder blades, they were of a copper color, glossy and smoothe...well usually but in the rain they were matted and wet and with the strong winds Cloral couldn't fly, so she kept her wings tightly hugging her back, so the wind wouldn't pick up the wings and carry her away. she continued on searching for...the ship? yeah, that was right, she was here to find a ship to take her to Twilight moon, her ticket was in her back pocket, a little damp but otherwise okay. Her hair still wipped around her, like a fire around her head and her green eyes flashed around her. As well of being able to fly, Cloral possessed another abilitie as well,she could morph into a wolf (with wings). Cloral sighed, hunching her shloulders, "oh this insesent rain..." she grumbled, of course she loved the rain...just not at times like these...
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Post by baha on Jun 21, 2006 14:19:22 GMT -5
The rain was pounding, yet her black wings were as dry as the desert during summer. A female lowered herself down to the ground, behind Cloral. She slightly smirked at the damp girl with soggy wings. Her hair was brown with a shimmering hue of red. Her eyes were both a cold blue, eyes that could stare an disobedient one down in moments. She was clad in a black cloak with a hood that covered her entire head, showing only a few brown curls and her head. Though she appeared to be a average, every-day person with wings, something was off about her, something unusual, Demonic. Breaking the silence, she leaned over Cloral's shoulder and spoke, "Hey Cloral, I'm Nemaides, and welcome to Twilight Moon Academy! Or... at least, welcome to the Shipyards across from Twilight Moon Academy!"
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Post by baha on Jun 21, 2006 14:20:19 GMT -5
( Nemaides is pronounced Nem-AI-deeze )
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Post by danceinflames on Jun 21, 2006 16:08:51 GMT -5
Cloral spun around her eyes flashing, but they cooled as she immediately saw the girl was not a threat, she relaxed and nodded, with a half smile, she took out her ticket, holding it out to Nemaides.
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Post by baha on Jun 21, 2006 20:20:46 GMT -5
Nemaides scoffed, "Feh, other than helping me find you, that thing is worthless. You can keep it if you want a free souveneir..."
The tip of her right wing flapped away a large bee as she spoke, "So, wanna get to the School, or are we gonna stand here in the rain all night. I'm soaking!" She pointed to her perfectly dry wings and clothes. Looking back at Cloral's soggy disposition she snorted, then stated, "Jeez, you can't work magic very well, can you? Well, guess I'll have to teach you some of my own tricks in class later."
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Post by danceinflames on Jun 21, 2006 20:45:29 GMT -5
Cloral gave a half smile and gestured with her hand in front of her, "lead on!" she dropped her hand, furrowing her eyebrows, "it's like I've really had the chance to learn magic....that's part of the reason I'm coming here anyway isn't it?" she gave a small laugh.
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Post by baha on Jun 22, 2006 8:46:58 GMT -5
Nemaides shrugged and said, "Some of my students have family members that used to attend here, and they learned from them. And the rest of my students have the common sense to wear a coat when it rains..." She eyed Cloral's wings, "Just looking at you makes me feel cold. We'll never make it to the School in time with those soaked things." She muttered a few words and pointed at Cloral's wings. The wings instantly dryed, and water vanished moments before it hit the wings. Nemaides flew up into the air, "So. shall we?"
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Post by danceinflames on Jun 22, 2006 16:04:29 GMT -5
Cloral smiled, "if I had a jacket, I would have to cut holes in it..." she smiled at the thankful dryness and rose into the air behind Nemaides.
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Post by danceinflames on Jun 22, 2006 20:48:54 GMT -5
OOC: sorry
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Post by baha on Jun 23, 2006 17:56:58 GMT -5
( 'tis okay!!! ^__^)
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Post by baha on Jun 23, 2006 17:59:13 GMT -5
Nemaides instantly speed towards the school, her large wings creating ear-throbbing beats in the air. As she flew, she shouted to Cloral, her voice carried to her my the wind, "C'mon! It's getting late! If we don't get to the school by 12, we might have to wait until tomorrow to register you!" She slowed down slightly for Cloral to catch up.
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Post by danceinflames on Jun 24, 2006 13:54:07 GMT -5
Cloral beat her wings faster, trying to match Namaides's pace, but falling behind none the less, her wings were unused to flying at high speeds, for in the city she had lived they got little exercise.
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Post by baha on Jun 24, 2006 20:27:19 GMT -5
Nemaides stopped with a horrified look on her face as the clock tolled midnight. She flew back to Cloral, "We're locked out of the school. We'll have to stop at the Shack tonight, and get you registered tomorrow." She pointed at the School shore about a mile away, where a brightly-lit shack stood. Despite its name, it seemed more like a large cottage.
She immediately sprang into action, flying top speed towards the Cottage. It seemed that she desperately needed to get into the Cottage before... who knows.
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Post by danceinflames on Jun 26, 2006 12:43:33 GMT -5
Cloral sighed and and beat her wings faster, faster then she had ever flown as she laboriously followed Nemaides.
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